The Antidote

There’s still the dust that gently bows
From the beat of a hunger that can’t be drowned
I could breathe this bliss underwater and it must be the sound
Velvet the hue of tissue, our contest that some men need surrender,
deep in my chest
That’s the antidote
A habit of occurrence that makes in time my clarity
The length of each stripe boundless and rich in density
Factually, there’s no way for gravity
Mercy for my rental and honking on my darling, it’s not the time
I awoke to the sound of Ali
Smoke from the blood, double-scene that I make behind me
And you badgering me, testing me, slowly unfolding
My dear anti-healer of blessing
My frailty
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker
Don’t you tell the moon shaker