Flushed - head above the clouds, swaying, drunk on oxygen. Heave through your gritted teeth peaking out of a crooked smirk. You’re so coy. You could be their savior, why not push your luck. You say this world is just an oyster - waiting for the shuck. Take whats yours. You don’t go anywhere just to be denied. Delusions of piousness. Throw your weight - you’re so tenacious. You just look out for number one. A phantom hand digging through flesh, through marrow, through bone as it wraps fingers ‘round - around the soul and squeezes ’til the job is done. Manifest destiny - you inherit everything. Free to walk like the world is yours. “Lex Talons” - let nature take its course. There’s nothing in your way but rational thought, evolution, and time - and those like us.