Burning Cedar

 

 

the smell of

 

  burning cedar

 

compliments the street

 

late riser   fighter

 

 

 negotiating the way words

 

bite down  or    free   float     a w a y.

 

One verse has the ability to draw blood,   

 

  as if you've been shanked with no idea of what just stabbed you.

 

Another verse is impervious

 

  free from all laws

 

elevating you past social nightmares

 

as you rise with cedar smoke

 

skying with illuminating vapors

 

freeing slaves from Artificial suns

 

and giving them back the Power

 

  to Rise

 

on their own.