Potentate

In between prismatic pages
Of potential feats
Lies the harmonics
Of individualized beats
I could not be the me I am
Without the you
You are to me
Angel wings
This set of strings
Speaks in 88 keys
I seize the moment
Try to freeze it and own it
Until I am truly free

Speak in hypotheticals
You may find my poetry whimsical
We can travel esoteric-al
Or we can find ourselves a seat

Near the foot of the tree of life
We speak to surpass our survival
It is time for revival
This new age that we seek

Rhythm to my heartbeat
Water to my eyelids
Bid your brain behavior
To become the what you need