Like a wing creates lift
I create you, Lilith!

Showing favoritism, that boring bird
Otherwise we'd be inert.

But inertia's one of those things that, oh,
Who really knows?

What's nascent in a vapid death?
Over time it shows.

But before that, there's this quality
The shapes of god aspire to be
Alive, in an animal intent
Excited,
Not to be a parasite!

But when we strike me down
Will I fight us tooth and nail
Or, knowing what I know
Bare my neck to your reprieve?