Evolution

Percolating in the background
There is a new flavor of emotion
Creating commotion
In slow motion

I host it.

Growing in the womb like an Egyptian tomb
Old dusty wisps of magic
Lets take a crack at it
Unpack it

It grows.

Slowly unfolding and then exploding
In bursts and tingles
Duplicating out of singles
Then inter-mingles

It spreads.

Collective recognition of something ancient
Filling neglected cavities
Of occupied depravities
Inside of me.

It consumes.

Leaking truths into the consciousness
Filling the body with water
Insipid lying slaughter
Getting hotter

It awakens.

Soulful. Clear. Hungry. Human. Woman.