Horse Acupuncture

Wait for them to tabulate—the tab closed
The tables turned for them to operate
Show your guts, don’t let them tip you to the counterweight
Steady hands see it shiver when they isolate
What’s hiding in your stable? Wipe the salivation
There’s no needle in the hay—it’s just imagination
Then you find it in a carcass 'cause the horses ate it
Sore throat, hit a cough when you owe a payment
Cough—everything in moderation
The pieces fit like infants making tessellations
No one understands till you verbalize an oscillation
But even when you peaking, they gon’ ask you for some further patience

Ascended through divinity, this visionary needed God
Niskala feel the shadow drift—my weightless friend been always odd
Every step disrupts the pattern, stillness cracks for higher passage
Further from this static world, still speaking in a double cadence
Both in sync yet both divided, no one seems to ever see
The guided hands be biting scripts, the higher chants be burning trees
One man builds while one destroys—a sacred tongue left torched in speech
Whispers carved in crying embers, questions lost but still repeat
When answers given, I'm sure they don’t wanna hear the truth
My heart torn like Victor Vhan—such tragedy among the youth
The fruit is gone, what’s left is flesh—the price of time, the stolen days
They pray for light but fear the sun—another buddy hit the grave
Old earth know me closest, hollow voices call the name
Eulogy recited every time he versed another page
His ink survived the burial, so I told my youngins stay intact
‘Cause once you leave, then that’s it—no second script to reenact

Figure how two fours (fores) add up—my legs and arms connect
Torso tore up, felt the torsion of infinity cut in
If I ate the hearts of fallen foes atop this pyramid
Why my body ache in modern day like time won’t let me win?
Caught the parasites from out the stream—like really, what’s a twitch?
When I move with so much grace, still cook these lames, absolve their sins
If my formulas don’t shake the cage, then how I end up here?
Handle pressure pains with no restraint, my future never tense
Academics predatory and they so revisionist
I could make the cut go deeper, but I'll be considerate
In my youth, I wanted something dangerous clipped to my hip
Nowadays, I feel the same, but I'm acknowledging the risk
Went from hatchet gang to ratchet gang—my aim gon’ always hit
Ancient spells I learned from out your range—my weave always legit
Got my out-of-staters outer spaces facing the eclipse
Overshadowed weak conditions—we conditioned for the chip

Wait for them to tabulate—the tab closed
The tables turned for them to operate
Show your guts, don’t let them tip you to the counterweight
Steady hands see it shiver when they isolate