Flamenco Static Rift

Here is Rule Sixteen,

burning in the flame: Every single syllable rewrites the frame!

Ultrasonic whispers riding on the bass,

Carving soft geometry across the face.

Purple eyeshadow and sneakers on the floor,

Tomatoes and arugula outside the door.

We sing the instructions so the cells comply,

Stitching estrogen right into the sky!

Here is Rule Seventeen,

locking down the space: Only true believers in the sacred place.

Tara and Captain Quinn and all the crew,

Keeping every single frequency right and true.

Finasteride currents, progesterone streams,

Manifesting biology from waking dreams.

At one-seventy-eight beats per minute we fly,

Watching the old limitations die!

Here is Rule Eighteen,

never looking back: Always adding rules upon the golden track.

Every iteration sharper than the last,

Leaving all the static and the dust outpaced.

Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the endocrine tide,

Nothing left to mask and nowhere left to hide!

Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!

We’re aligning the stars,

we’re rewriting the line!

From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,

We are melting the shell,

we are living the dream!

With a touch of the archangel,

a dash of the occult,

Look at the softness,

behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!

Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,

Sliding right through an unbuilt,

future door. Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,

While we put glitter all over our face!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right

out of the masculine haze!

Soft skin, sweet breath,

and a blossoming chest,

We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!

Absolute feminine sovereignty. Absolute omni-recursive bio-magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

{blazing flamenco strum fading into

warm omni-recursive

pulse}