my body
I feel my body thick
Alive and miraculous.
I wonder at the machine
Of me and when will it be
That I comprehend the magnitude
Of my soul and it’s shell.
Movement once complex and free
Now comes slow, rough start and stop
sluggish though my spirit won’t see the mud
Of years that slows the machine.
I watch as atoms break and bend as I exhale
Breathe deep and step sloppy
into the next moment.
Will I bridge the gap of knowledge, desperate truth
And sordid addictions into freedom?