Ophiuchus

It’s not quite a nightmare,
more like the scariest
part of a funfair.

And there’s a snake, named
after a far away constellation,
that moves in and out of
the measurement of Pi.

And that snake’s all smiles
and black kettle eyes,
and it slings off its lightning
into some ancient ode.

And while you’re riding its
shoulder blades into blizzards,
you raise up your hands,
heavenward, and swallow
an immortal pill as you fall

through a distant constellation
  named after a far away snake,
and you wake up just before all
of your magic runs out.