in love again

had an idea in my head
saw this going differently
meant to stay in the bed
not wake up where niggas be
wake up where meant to be
open up to meant to see
picture me
soul is my only internal organ
shores of my mind hold it together
with sea salt and beach sand
the middle passage between asleep and awake
sacred to prophets with no home in either land
who rest well in rare realms
in different dimensions
where death is not even a skipped beat for transition
good and evil are light things
the natural is the right thing
the actual is enlightening
a nameless lewis stitched together
by cosmic love and interstellar music