For The Little Drop

Join in my shallow friend
I’m a willow upon skin
that swallows down drops
a nectar that summons sin.

I’m blazing burning bellow
out my throat like a cello
I am amazed and phased
like an academic fellow.

Speak I do in rhyme mine
to crawl up my spine I’m
buzzing from the drops I
feel all my hair on my spine.

Saved by sailing outwards
driving to the other side for
an electric pulse to inundate
my feet all the way to the floor.

Raise my inclinating phasing
all the hell I am raising trace
the lines over years you’ll find
now upon my dapper face.

The devil has had me fly up
and now I am high enough
where the sky isn’t breathable
into space I go straight up.

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