Nothing More // Something More

Who is me but one and two,  
The other half of something new?  
Form of self a formation,  
Wrapped in focus, concentration.  
Call it spiral, call it bust—  
Baby leave me in the dust.  

Hol’ up slow, lemme osculate—  
Breathe in thrice, see if something changed.  
Once for the courage, once for the clarity,  
And one more breath...  
I’m synced up.  
Rhythm got me regular,  
Coherent flow, the object forms.  
It’s simple now: there’s nothing more—  
But wait, something more?  
Nah wait...  
Nothing more.

...

How bout you put it on your tab?  
I’ll give you half back.