The garbage snake

In the beginning there was  darkness, just nothing, 
Only a cry from depths , from a despair of tiny lungs.
A snake coiled around  me  at the core of my being.
Cut off the snake, let it slither away to street garbage
Someone  said, who was dealing with such snakes.
They  let it slink away from me , on way to  garbage,
The very snake that comes to me even now in sleep.
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