i feel so heavy
in this chair.
crushing, legs
prick and tingle in the
wake of fleeing blood.
i feel so heavy
in this body, this
body, oh body
which carries me,
floats me, cradles
me. and i am
so heavy in it,
swollen in the melt
of mind’s vanishing glaciers.
the land we seek for safety,
it is slowly rising. all this ice,
it has tired of us.
in its transition of form,
we find buoyancy.
and what do we lose,
in our changing?
are we any less heavy
as we go from solid to
liquid to ethereal, diaphanous
scattering?
i feel so heavy
in this body,
this body so heavy
in this chair. this chair
upon rising ground. a mind
encourages a brain,
float! a heart,
oh sweet swollen human heart,
tumbling in its desires
of dichotomy: i want
to belong and i want
to be unique!
i want to safely
cuddle and
please god grant me
the freedom of untethered flight!
what good humor
and kind luck,
that we all together are
possessors and givers
of caging, and
the creators of our own
release.
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