An offering of thanks and benediction for the unheralded heroes of the spine.
semispinalis thoracis muscles hold me up lift and ground these lines enfleshed verticality uncut waterfalls tumble down vapors rising up pressures ascend and heat winds draft away what’s corrupt let the gravities go let the flumes up flow may these lights of color may they circulate unbothered may bubbles of clarity well spring dissolving taught tensions holding bright wings clipping the matter being becoming throttling voice box wants to say something autobound grabbing hold squeezing rib cage frozen with inhale excites easy rage so these meaty strands try as they may might hold tight barrel bands old autonomic fright fear that will fall into shambles undone bag of bones unzipped crumbling tower shunt rejoice the strength that remains while it does embodiments amidst gravity’s buzz pushing pulling lifting with unbound light breathe expanse fills bound columns with height all the way up and all the way back down profound below root upwell beyond crown containers in shape of who we are here vehicles with habits [can be] very hard to steer with them let’s hope the path is clear ready to encounter the stones littered near the slippery bits edge of earth ground solid sometimes yet varieties birth uneven the stride so thanks for the work spinal column upright where our paths forked
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