First snow of winter
I’m walking hills and valleys
I adore this mystical fog
This fucking mist
These cliffs are just showing off
Then the body memory kicks in
I mime my home mountains
The moss that I’m made of
I redeem myself
Wrestling with my fate
Do I accept this ending?
Will I accept my death?
Or struggle claustrophobic?
Fought like a wolverine
With my destiny
Refuse to accept
What was meant to be
Then the body memory kicks in
But I trust the unknown
Unfathomable imagination
I surrender to future
How to capture all this love
And find a pathway for it
Like threading an ocean through a needle
River through a keyhole
I can’t fathom the grasp
I can’t grasp the fathom
Then the body memory kicks in
My limbs and tongue take over
Like the ancestors before me
They show me the flow
My sexual DNA
X-rays of my Kama Sutras
Summons different bodies
Compares spines and buttocks
And back of necks
Then my body memory kicks in
It simply takes over
Bestiality
I redeem my body
I wasn’t born urban
Toxic doesn’t agree with me
Love lured me here
Into a stagnant state
My myths, my customs, ridiculed
Vacuum-packed molecules
Then the body memory kicks in
On this Brooklyn dance floor
I’m sweating with these rhythms
I rotate this matrix
Trapped in legal harness
Kafka-esque farce like patriarchy
Avoided to confront it
Then the body memory kicks in
My warrior awakens
I turn to defend
Urban didn’t tame me
Then the body memory kicks in
All bosoms and embraces
Oral, anal, entrances
Enjoy the satisfaction
When the other is growing
Too