Bright and Bold

A freewrite for a monday

Today I'm powered by diesel sweat and strength,
kneeling down to burrowed frows that give thanks,
for heat, streets, and hazy breath,
inhaled slowly shading the holy from anything less....

than troubled lives,
the bottle's insides fortified,
just in the nick of time.
not a single crime...

by this super hero prevented,
with the heat intensely in need of venting,
it's never ending....

never begun,
and two by two, by one...

cause and regular action,
we deem our spastic movements intentional in halves and lesser fraction,
I'm gaining traction...

On the pavement and earth,
from the hazy judge of our worth...

slowly bring this vessel to halt,
and let's feel each muscle and lightning bolt,
we offer careful instruction to ourselves only when we do what we're told,
actions...bright and bold.
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