Collapsing Box

The mind is a cube
for it is always in it's simplest form
where it is needed the most

the heels of my palms are rivers
blue blooded and creasing connections
between us on the deepest frequency
these are the threads capable of meeting the dose

soft hands in an eggshell I had most deep inside myself
when I finally found it touched me true and I knew the beauty of the cube
for the very first time it hit me broken between the eyes punch drunk
off the fear that the only thing in life that is complicated
is the illusion of lies / there is always enough
to my arrestment the mind unfolds like a collapsing box
soft hands bloomed from an eggshell in front of me then
all was purple as dawn and pure as a river blue
at that moment I knew fireal I could never deny this truth

of the few lands I have seen and been lucky enough to lap up the coast
it was whatever ones that were underneath my feet
that became forest fires and taught me
to love my body in the heat of the roast
of all the muscles in me meant to build
from blinding speed until the sun dipped down to trip hop slow
it is the north encased in bone that allows this beat to swarm
of all the muscles in me meant to build /
it is my mind that I am proud of the most