Feeding

Breath lingers, depth it brings stirs
Adept at finding angles, wistful plays introduce the raw
Dexterous fingers blindly untangling fistfuls
Of snakes like I was making out with Medusa!

Forget what you're used to. I'm a fit only for Mercury’s shoes
Wings on my feet, dancing in the blue
Nerd disturbed revealing the way to eat,
Heard the blood curl bleat and the spray of the sheep

Science man didn’t conceal himself from the silence of those lambs
Just reeled from feeling the Beast
What occurs just resolves complete
When a third of the world kneels facing the East

I'm too immersed in what's real to pray for peace
I play for keeps, reap history and let go of victory,
Only hang onto the lessons, echoed in quips and liquid release
Too enriched in flipping the script to be insipid and appease

Disagree with me and flutter in the breeze
Top spot doesn't care about hot air, when uttering as me
No other way to be.
Dawning every page to cover the world
As LaWanda Page said, “Mutha is half a word!”

Beyond the stage of grasping for pearls
Outlasting traps til they only function backwards
That's the distinct type of instinct wipe that stays tight
When the future is viewed in hindsight.

Suture the blues. Came back with clues
Aching without rest because I awaken invested
Still can't shake the feeling from my chest
That I was sent back from my own death

‘Nother chance to get life right
So I advance the sum I rep vast and bright
Like every sunset might be my last night!