Protean

I am the vessel, the sword, the lens
as you are the poison, the hilt, the fence
guiding the series of action reaction
that plays on the fact that I am an actor
the universe asks me why I'm not any faster
maybe I wasn't so faded and plastered
maybe your crucifix sated the altar
maybe worldwide we're resistant to falter
or maybe the baby just needs to be fed
a beast with ideas you needle and thread
stitch them together, were at the end
take what you will, don't get the bends
as you resurface from the depths
flipping the tables and writing the checks