Un-tilt the Socio-ecology

BloodMoon

Im your BloodMoon.
Flesh cratered from milked
Tasted stopped and tested
For another to keep its silk.


The bright under the bridge
Keeping it up.
Im that blood-moon
Bit bit bit by bit.


Soaped by wipe
To polish a think.
Cause Im that blood-moon
Prop the fool, the mob, the had-magiced


(Cause)


I am keeping it all in.


(Cause)


I like the lick to know to stop.


(When)


Struten to sucked strength keep its present.


(and)


Blood-moons come out to deflect
to steady the hats that grow
and we swept unseen
descriptively unknown.


Blood-moons done good to not.

Credit: Muhammad Ali