12 Little Spells(thoracic spine) - Esperanza Spalding

Lyrics by：Esperanza Spalding

Composed by：Esperanza Spalding

Twelve little wells of golden ink

Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail

Arcing your back into the sand cloud

Our thoughts underneath her skin

Arctic to equator

A pair of sympathetic ridges shift

You've evolved to harness

These constant eruptions

Through vascular pennance

Tectonic verse flows

Riding again again again

Again again

They all can seem perfect

All floating a lucky heart over their palm

Casual ribs house an expanded mind

Left and right hemispheres in balance

Constant composition and

Eighty scribbles per minute

Let us flow towards that

Transfer every character there circulating function

Nests flowing forward out the snaking valve

Mouthing the eternal

It too dipping itself in and out in intervals

Twelve little wells of golden ink

Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail

Penned in its planet 'round the cracky pole

The inner hall expands in gilded breaths

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give itself the moment it is for

Compelled to give yourself the moment you are for

Compelled to give yourself the moment you are held

Compelled to give yourself the moment you are for