habitual ritual

picked up the fear and placed it
on my tongue. i used to
watch my step but
he says i’m gettin older now.
tires that rolled harder
than the stranger
in the back
we didn’t stop for s**t anymore.

six deep in a five seat
that had enough burn holes
to give your mama’s mattress a run
for its money.
lucky, cause
we’re out of cash
for the third
f*****g
time
this week;
suzy only gets us so far
with them legs of hers.

followed music and
man in green
we are the children that will never be traded for gold.
gray slate used to remind me of
unforgiving keratin
but lately it's been feelin' a little bit of home.
not sure yet. never had that kind of thing before.

walked to fallen red sea
saw moses.
turned 'round with staff
said
"yo check this s**t"
and parted sea
parted me
crashed back down in twelve-bit egyptian sacrifice.

woke up - what luck
we can’t find the path we came by went
and got some intuition in the dark.
we dove into the mind
of a trembling unforsaken
spiral -
the first time we had seen
the inner-workings
of conscience.

eyes that see you
chains that free you
made us realize that these voices
are the ones that come to be you.
seven days in omnitopia left us feelin
heaven-sent. bathing in
the morning breath
of earth in reimagined sunlight,
i ask you if you
felt it too

you tell me we are the perfect enemy for god.