grip tight to what feels right, live in light sho nuff, take a bite, on ya musta been to getcha get right, write it down, inscribe bide ya time to discern a path paved in painful penance not of judgment or that wrath but an effervescent bath occult substance submerged a cold rush not that fluff straight off the cuff cut from the same tragedy and soaked up by it like rag wrung out its last soaking up toking up slowly exhale that dead past steadfast to look straight on past that dastardly catastrophic experience and remember its lessons counted upon high I see and gnow as blessings don’t flinch the sting that signed you the bite was the teacher not the thief you ain’t the wound you the witness ink still wet on the inner leaf hold the grip till the tremor stills light don’t ask permission it just fills same water that drowned you now baptize rag still drippin what the night couldn’t dry count the residue not the rumor high ledger don’t lie every soak that almost took you left a map inside the fiber you wrung the last drop and still stood that’s the proof not the prayer exhale again the past already dead it just waitin on your breath to agree walk the pave pain ain’t the sentence it’s the grain gnow it live in it write it till the hand remember what the mouth still learnin the bath don’t apologize for being cold occult just means hidden till you go under cut from the same cloth as the cut that made you so the cuff still carry the original thread no fluff off the top just the rush that tell the body it still here bide not stall discern ain’t delay it’s the ear catchin the next stone in the path before the foot claim it penance without wrath is just the work of wringin the rag honest last soak last toke last look back that don’t turn you to salt steadfast is a stance not a speech look straight on past not around lessons counted high I see and gnow as blessings the void that stay open after the exhale that’s the room the next bar walk home
