the line / the break

the sweat
swelling down
the thick of my spine,
gathering more as it goes
and leaving less on the trail.
it builds again as the heat heightens.


my body,
gaining strain
with each movement
and losing rest with all time
as i am unfound and found in mourning.


a loss,
pain in muscle
not used and turned
degrees beyond normal use . . .
it turns -
out of pattern;
marking body territory
in reservation
where hell breaks mold,
finds unnatural elements
in the firmament
and breaks the lines.

conformity finds mistake -
individuality finds sad beauties;
vignettes shaded in movement,
clouded in exhaust.

i / they - me ; us
riding solidarity in separation,
panting through it all.