For the sake
of weight I move and I address force with reason
I can lift I can carry move steel as one be synonymous
this is the language my body speaks, an ancient tongue of survival, instinct
I make use; I am taut and poised an arch of light shooting
its way through the limbs of trees carving a trail between dust motes and dandelions
the expulsion the exposure the sun light is here you can see it by its absence; this energy is gravity’s sister, a familiar face in a crowded room. Steel and dust, both catch the light and dissect space leaving the body as an outline
a compact collection of molecules vying for attention I am under steel I am under dust and I can breathe, I exhale this is root, rooted
to the being and this is how I run.
I can lift I can carry move steel as one be synonymous
this is the language my body speaks, an ancient tongue of survival, instinct
I make use; I am taut and poised an arch of light shooting
its way through the limbs of trees carving a trail between dust motes and dandelions
the expulsion the exposure the sun light is here you can see it by its absence; this energy is gravity’s sister, a familiar face in a crowded room. Steel and dust, both catch the light and dissect space leaving the body as an outline
a compact collection of molecules vying for attention I am under steel I am under dust and I can breathe, I exhale this is root, rooted
to the being and this is how I run.
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