BodyA Poem by MatthewMcCoshdate unknown
As Frost walked
with body --- so for the mind: witnessing the walls and roads, of course in the image battling the same words as we always have: since the original sin, since the hemlock graciously cascading down the disgesting canals towards the colosseum touring victorious down the winding roads --- with no other path; truly the s****y part of it all intertwined betwixt body and mind or soul if you believe that Socrates--- whom I imagine the primordial bodybuilder, his back Atlas arched under the whole globe with no care for form--- that was Air is tottle or Playdoh or some other Academy boy rhyming about fences and good neighbors the kind who love a wall between them and that swell of Socratic muscle flexing through their thin fences, white, picket--- actually, probably marble giving you an even better idea of how much this amalgamation of pusling valleys rippling from the crushing gauntlet to the traps so plain upon the broad shoulders growing at the base of the mountains, squatting below the evil clouds, all floaty with vapor platitudes and what wasting a single fiber attached to every joint painstakingly, like meditation really, tearing down all these Walls.
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