Chakra Count

Once there grew a root beneath the crack in your behind, Nestled in the shaking base which pushes to ensure that we survive. Twice there yearned a sacred sacrum soaking us with sex, Throbbing in the naval vessels whose lusty sails in us are flexed. Thrice there sings the solar plexus which is the nexus of esteem, Whose steam conducts the cogs which turn the film of all our dreams. Fourth there is a beacon like a Batman signal which beckons from the west, Summoning a savior to unlock what love is hidden inside your skeletal chest. Fifth there fumes the dragon's breath which bubbles from the throat, To sing and play in instrumental strums with those who know the notes. Sixth there furrows the ruffled brows between three eyes within the head, Whose gaze is but a grasp of what there is to grab beyond what has been said. Seventh there finally floats a crown atop this coiled kundalini force of seven, To link us to the land divine which we cannot seem to find but define as heaven.