Snares

Oh viper's snare catches me
tossing me to and fro.
Oh how clearly I can see,
but my heart doth blind me.
Oh viper's snare, how lovely.

Oh viper's snare doth catch me twice
blinding me by mine eyes.
Oh how clearly I can see,
but my heart doth blind me ...
maketh life a web of lies.

Oh viper's snare no more may hold.
My mind and will both so bold.
Oh how clearly I can see
the hold which grippeth no more of me.
My heart and mind and will my own,
casts aware snares like tiny stones.

-March 9, 2004; Cincinnati OH