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.


MEW

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