The Continuation

That human spirit Is a sphere
A revolution about the jazz in the flesh
Twenty four hours
Three hundred and sixty five days

It's essence, unquiet, covets contentment
Caged and calculating liberation

The yoke of God is an arousing sustenance
In every quarter of my bones

In my mind I am hopeful
Discarding the parasites of fear
From my breath

An adopted rhythm, a thirsty and restless
Babe, calling to my psyche

A nocturnal animal of some kind, a twining
Chocolate vine,
Climbing and asking for more