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Free Wild Muse
Words: Abiyah
Music: N8tive Sun
Flow Tectonics Publishing (ASCAP)/Ghetto Orchestra Music (SESAC)
i live in the basement of gravity
i am the salt of the Dead Sea
but rhythm jive break me loose
i be that free wild muse
move with me
i love you in syncopated rhythms
of frictions born in non-fiction manifestos
vibrato tongue thrust goes scalar magnificent
eliciting falsetto vocal renditions in arpeggio
i lick crème-filled lollipops
that shoot be-bops
i spit life-notes instead of swallowing
i choked
i came clean
me moonchild kiss ray of last phase of star
he supernova raise reverb ladders high
sonic soulsation booms
so he gift me with seven moons
of seven daughters
stars they be
fuel plenty of afterglow after the show
what he didnt know wont hurt him
we barely scratched surfaces
of cosmic turntables
we became fables
i live in the basement of gravity
i am the salt of the Dead Sea
but rhythm jive break me loose
i be that free wild muse
move with me
dreads kiss sex moonbirth illumination
impassioned his fascination
with lunar shadows
reflected windows of opportunity he saw in me
i was his first dance, but his last chance
as his entranced fingers drew maps
trying to find directions to my soul
he was my Moses
using his mic to split crowds
and gain entry to the other side of my sea
where i returned from wars of words
lately presented to me by cats declawed
i outlawed them from my fertile territory
stepping inside my boundaries
forced me to melt them down
to non-precious metals in foundries
sculpt them into pagan idols
worshipped by my adversaries
i live in the basement of gravity
i am the salt of the Dead Sea
but rhythm jive break me loose
i be that free wild muse
move with me
flybynight lovers shot me with drive-by lies
getting sideswiped is not accidental
misty-eyed parlayances and fruitful vengeances
multiplied the number
of tongue-tied fabrications
your vibrations relaying messages
along my spinal curvature was our overture
ascended notes from breaths grown mature
where exhalation of your respiration
resuscitation to me be
cosmic orgasmic to nth degrees
elevation of temperature gradients
increase shine of our radiance
entropy called to order in future tenses
of nouns and verbs shot from you black steel
in hours and hours of massage to my womb
spilling guts got me stuck in ruts of quicksand
where i had to separate the subject
from the predicate
it was like that day we first met
would you be more in demand
if i took my hand off your mic stand?
i live in the basement of gravity
i am the salt of the Dead Sea
but rhythm jive break me loose
i be that free wild muse
move with me
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