Requake Cells in the air Are visible as bugs crawling Across my ceiling Maybe it's the drugs But at least I can escape to the sky Spring is requaking Through my core As reality pours into a cup Swallowing the mirror that usually consumes Now has no thrill Because I can only be what I currently am And so many things are leading me to love, not just the lust that boils to the center But true nutrition that can flower in any dry soil
