Old Songs on NW 8th Street

Old yellows and new blues felt so rhythmic against the starkness of I 95

I could feel it in my spirit, I sensed old souls and new lives

The current experienced blockage like expressway traffic

The magic wasn't lost, however: it was just rush hour

These blue lamp posts pooled my attention and had me feeling wavy

New tidings; and everybody over here was paying rent

So of course they were tithing

The temple of God looked like abundance in an apartment

My attention was pooling and once the lights turned green, the current started moving

I was in a whirlpool

The blood of a savior was pooling and the bread was multiplying

The temple of God was filled with friends and we were playing video games

Nothing ever felt so heavenly

I can't remember who was wrecking who in smash bros but once I'm no longer constrained by the confines of time: I'm up for a rematch, Nik.