Water Moccasins

When a cotton mouth bites it tries to hang on
So that the venom is completely injected
This scares my heart's resolve
Life is so fragile and short lived in the swamps
I imagine wading here
When I close my eyes I can feel
Squiggly lines converge

I am startled awake
There is an iridescent relief
Yet the pain in the awakening is haunting
What makes my bed safe
What if there is a lack of surety
What if when I extricate from my bed

I feel the bite and the fangs
When death happens will I experience
Relief or pain
Will the transcendence of life
Reveal truth
Why am I waiting for that revelation
Am I at the transition
Is this the springboard into the nexus