• WICASTA LOVELACE

    “Utrum per hebdomadem perveniam”

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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.

~ Wicasta Lovelace

The Weight of Flesh