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Echoes From The Waterloo
Uplifting, making sure you hang on as earth, and time continues to shift
Parting the wetlands, in the might of his rod
Getting wet in the rainfalls, twisting in those feel-good pools of desire inclining, ascending yearns
Spiraling out of control
You got to have some of that, it’s that, and souls weakening in the creation
Falling in rapture, panting to the symphonic cadence
Baptizing within the formation of my soul
Palm to palm, yes marinate your tongue in my galactic dialect
Come closer and invest the hypothesizes of your North, let me feel your results drifting down South, your Sun rising in that Eastcoast flair, slipping and sliding, West in the cradle of my soul
So warm, someone said, butter rum flavored when bowing to console
Afrocentric animalistic prowling resonating from the loins of jungle heat
Melaninated men unto the spirit of his visceral
Black Panther, Black Bear, Black Butterfly, Black Mamba, Black Beetle
Bathing in my sacred water, go on, and praise your rebirth in its wondrous flow
Closing my eyes, coveted in sacred hydration of rejuvenation
Parting the wetlands, in the might of his rod
Getting wet in the rainfalls, twisting in those feel-good pools of desire inclining, ascending yearns
Spiraling out of control
You got to have some of that, it’s that, and souls weakening in the creation
Falling in rapture, panting to the symphonic cadence
Baptizing within the formation of my soul
Palm to palm, yes marinate your tongue in my galactic dialect
Come closer and invest the hypothesizes of your North, let me feel your results drifting down South, your Sun rising in that Eastcoast flair, slipping and sliding, West in the cradle of my soul
So warm, someone said, butter rum flavored when bowing to console
Afrocentric animalistic prowling resonating from the loins of jungle heat
Melaninated men unto the spirit of his visceral
Black Panther, Black Bear, Black Butterfly, Black Mamba, Black Beetle
Bathing in my sacred water, go on, and praise your rebirth in its wondrous flow
Closing my eyes, coveted in sacred hydration of rejuvenation
Published 4th Oct 2024
Author's Note
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
Loren Eiseley
Loren Eiseley
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