I’ve been growing wings in secret at the bottom of the sea
Breathing underwater in a language that I do not speak
Playin the games of powers to whom I owe a debt
Learnin the names of flowers that haven’t opened yet
I could feed off the faith of the many
If I felt any
My heart is never not in my throat or my feet
The only formula that I’ve been able to repeat
Hidden in the folds of my libidinous skin suit
Is the mansion my hunger outgrew
Follow me to the cracks in the walls
The door is open to all
We will two-step our way to the top
I could feed off the faith of the many
If I felt any
It would seem the algorithm hath abandoned me
Oh well
I guess now you could call me free
Yifat
2024-05-18 16:17:56 +0000 UTC