It is to express life.
To imitate the struggle along analogous lines.
To exude essence and cosplay the incessant, thriving cardiac rhythm.
It is the pounding jolts of rippling leg muscles
Absorbing surging gravity and
Plunging up to defibrillate the soul.
It is grasping every breath
To thrust it down
To the toes
That grip the earth’s scalp.
It is the iron-piston arms driving a tree-trunk core that
Houses braided steel cables
And a Kevlar bellows.