I was the petal and the pollen and the stem
The black magic trick and the primal epiphany
The engine of the city kept me warm
Spirits riding on my back   the purr and the hiss
The memory and the premonition
The blessed saint and the night prowler
My fangs and claws my bullets and knives
Everlong trail turning green   my tail the eager whip
My song of agony and bliss   a loner inside a tribe of loners
The shine feels like it can be licked   holy and rebellious
A mud cat   storms like heavy music in the alleys
A tree gazer   this trail turning into spring
A flower cat   the green buds have opened wide
A sun cat   a moon cat   a fire cat
I flew but I was wingless