on a misty june morning,
i am
on the mark.
tight stringed tendons pull my bones angular.
i high knee just to see
if i may step above this heavy loom of clouds gathered down
well, i step on through,
my heavy soles bounded by the pull.
that makes me a circuit to this world.
and the silence is felt as it filters through me.
i smile quietly as it exchanges in my capillaries
receiving and letting go each time flexors pull,
grinding sentiments don't sink,
they float above where my feet can't go.
intentions are genuine,
and so i am beautiful.
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