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The Weight Of Flesh (poem)

The Weight Of Flesh

How I resent these stiff, tortured bones,
the aching, sweaty weight of flesh.

I would be free, formless and weightless;
a whisper on soft summer winds.

I would be strong, but incorporeal;
rolling thunder and falling rain…

Become music, and danced abandon;
slip these mortal bonds for the skies.

Kings Mountain, NC
February 23, 2004

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Angela Davis
Angela Davis
13 years ago

This is one of the most beautiful poems I’ve ever read. I’ll definitely be reading more of your work.

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