Uber math feels like a crooked priest,
Fifty to the airport two fifty to grief,
Not cause you're sick just cause you need,
Desperation grows expensive weeds,
Take me to Burger King walk the rest,
Save a grand on a medical test.
When I opened the door
I felt like Dorothy
A rainbow of fractured light
Bleeding through the corridor
Déjà vu
I've never been here
But it feels like I never left
A phone rings, another call goes unanswered.
Into my backlog,
Another forgotten task.
Why don’t they leave me alone.
They always want my attention.
A problem solved.
But the problem is them, not me.
A phone rings, another call goes unanswered.
Into my backlog,
Another forgotten task.
Why don’t they leave me alone.
They always want my attention.
A problem solved.
But the problem is them, not me.
Thunder breaks me open from within.
Lightning strikes the peak
of my secret garden.
A twister forms,
pulling all the air inward.
As it touches down
At the center of my flower.
A rhythmic thirst pulling me deep,
My hips begin to rise,
I grasp the sheet, holding on,
not to be sucked into the storm.
New Music:
Created by Christopher Sopher
with Co-Creator Alice —
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.
When I woke from the big sleep,
eyes wide open, then closed,
clarity burned brighter than the sun.
The veil tore,
cast into the fire,
with all my other doubts.