Muddied, turbulent waters
In the Church of Smyrna
Wash away the defenses
Cannot control the senses
Wave of lust, joint rust
No ears to listen
To intuition
Manifestation pulls
A disappearing act
Sacrum out of whack
I fight back
With Solfeggio raps
Vibrational taps
Below the navel
I think I’ve nailed
It this time!