Remember in the bleak winter
We once blessed the death of December
We breathe in bursts, flickering, we decompressed
And hummed "yes" with wind-words
My body and your lithe body
Far below us sighed and writhed wildly
And why dying smally artists glow with
Shows of roses I don't know it
What slimmest beam, unfinished bird
In flight, so thrashed and mixed in us?
We hatching, singing, standing, matching, dancing
Mirror this beginner
Rosemary, in the nose very pungent,
Don't run from it, no, just go carefully
We don't want it, no we don't want it
But it's coming, so welcome it
Fie death and doom, my darling, darling
Morning comes with a calling
My heft and groove, my gnarly snarling
Brings breakfast home with no bargaining
And I'm sharpening eye and every tooth,
To every movement I'm harkening
My animal, oh, my darling animal
Drawing to me when the sky's darkening
And hard-rolling tomorrow comes bowling
Over hillocks unconsoling.
The sweet flatness of the great Greek Atlas
Sings in key with our droning.
And hard snowing around our hearts' knowing
Warms our home like hearths glowing
And still fire, burning, ne'er will tire
Till life goes down at our slowing
Each blooming, breathing, breaking, swooning smile
They all are still dooming
First fire, ghost of its maker
Still will come to an end by its acre
And this acher, twisted on a toothpick
Bound and emboldened by strong fiber
Blood pumping something out from nothing,
And back to nothing we're becoming
The Philadelphia rapper turns the children's music formula on its head with old-school beats and sharp life lessons. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 13, 2023