To your Health, a good morning text

Hey, you awake?
Hatch a ride from matching a vibe, soak it up til swells
What awakens in those tells makes a spell
Like baby crows fed by drippings from the Reaper’s scythe
The maze shows what’s unsaid caught in talking eyes

Every spot shared by you and I, catches a side of magic colliding
Magpies spitting bars, mimic’ing hidden grimoires
Quasars, sliding between stars, lean into the mind-race by habit
Origami refolding Time-Space fabric creates static, inviting lightning to every part

Feeding the Original Source’s shards, bleeding subliminally in this art, each release that departs?
Is my entire span to be offering popping,
So every flow living is where I’m giving like Janis Joplin “Another piece of my heart”

Re-weave this back to the start, I'm a believer in the healing from
Source shards, shuffled in art, hence never muffling remarks,
Eclectic spit, electric rhetoric is spirit-food vibration bevelled in sentence medicine
Data compression re-sets synergy in patter because thought is energy and digests into matter

As in mind over, signs to shoulder, designed as I showed ya, to feed the sequence like a rebus
(For a world to take over, Oracle, all you need is us!)
So every rhyme resolves to take your brain, trace the ends, replenish the stasis of chems
Designed to take all, grace the expectation walls, reshape and evolve for a rush of cortisol!

(It just occurred that I was about to drop a stunning dozen puns off Great Expectations but I still remember how you feel about that book. Sooo… fuck your taste in literature Nerd Queen!)
Words can express or recollect new ways of seeing like binge-ing on memes
With listening keen you always know what I mean, even though we're driven by very different kinds of steam
You got no internal monologue and stay hyper-focused on being evolved? That's unique

Lemme bleed some of my graffiti across your mental walls
Because I don't need to see them fall. If that's how you lean, I'm good to accept you long as you stand tall
Overstand my whole span, so riddles twist each subject to triple subtext
You unpack them clean so along with cortisol catching what I mean hatches some dopamine

Flow is a lane changer, as I must remain, to reach the sum brain of a pro gamer
Serotonin isn't triggered by restraint, a challenge to strain of balance, multi-skill to maintain
Raises the brainwaves higher and “Neurons that fire together, wire together”,
So I guess I should tempt your gamer brain further like a single crow on a wire…

Attempted murder! I could pursue but I won't clue out like a thought burglar
I just wanted to send some supercilious feeling your way for healing waves
Bummer that you got medical crap all day, we should be in the woods throwing knives right now like we said, and it’s soooo SoCal Summer outside as well
So this is me trying unconcealed as Hell to heal your cells with mental remapping spells

Stirring up a slew of new days to dawn, feel that stack and heal from that.
Word is bond.
Sucks we missed today. Hope you get through it laughing anyway, mirth keeps you keen. Revolving telomeres instead of stripping clean, regrow cells gripping to being. And I know you learned to walk and fight, sword to slice atop a triple beam so you damn sure can keep up with my switch up of scenes. Nothing flies by you yet, ‘cept maybe Skynet but I suspect you’ll hack that whitehat off your bucket list on the fly some evening waiting for me…
Fuck. Thus leaving Loki responsible for Rise of the Machines. Inadvertently! I only ever wanted to clean the germs out of the circuitry, don't know how every flow turns to social disease, or plural composed murals of prose to throw in threes… (You, Wheels and me. Supposed to be throwing steel and hatchets right now in 3’s) oh the joys of the hurdles. Okay so the realest way is to play the day away alllll day regardless of what station it’s on. Like Jack and his magic beans. Savvy keen? Whether it takes laughing or 40 lashings...
Your world. You stay strong, Nerd Queen.