Yes, in dancing as the goddess has her finger on my head

She moves me around at will; in and out of heavy traffic

I think we’re tapping into something;

Fuzzy electric crackling, hazy humming

Produces a skewed version; manifesting you; a birthing

One can barely hear it but you say

”Yes, yes,” to your shadow self

What you cling to; this meaty apparition with lips

Ooh, you salty thing, you, what good does a body bring you in the end?

I think we’re tapping into something;

Fuzzy electric crackling, hazy humming

Produces a skewed version; manifesting you; a birthing

One can barely hear it but you say

”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”

”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”

To your shadow self

To your shadow self

Your shadow self

”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

To your shadow self