When you push past death
You search for the motif that blocked your creation
Beginning
To feel like a trope
But the ash outs
You slide shot
Slot the keys in the moment
Made to stray
Picked from the air
Close to the quay
A scar dragged down my typed face
Coz sometimes the words
Slide like momentum
Signed tremendous a cyst once
Signed my nightmares with a kiss
Stayed up till seven with the devil
To write you an eponymous lullaby
The way I move the girls go wild
A look, a touch, a move
Down by belle’s cove
I met jove disguised as a trapped buck
The five points, one, two….fuck
Teresias spoke my life
But I lived it
Fated to find my love in my ashes
To give it breath death
Waking life’s flashes