Kinetic Devotion

A subtle tremor gathers beneath my skin—

not fear, but ignition.

Muscle turns molten, weighted yet willing,

elastic with unsung intention.

Some hidden metronome begins its ascent,

low at first—

a pulse rising from the cavern of marrow,

summoning motion from stillness.

I wrench myself from gravity’s pocket,

carving wide arcs through waiting air,

each gesture bolder than the last,

momentum assembling bone by bone.

Friction crowns the body in heat—

I liquefy into light,

neon dissolving into rhythm,

glittering against the architecture of sound.

Notes scatter like sparks across darkness;

I chase them—

vaulting, spiraling, surrendering

to their ecstatic collision.

Emotion detonates in orchestral bloom—

feral and magnificent—

every register of being

braided into one roaring spectrum.

Illumined by reverent vibration,

I oscillate between rapture and rupture,

calm as cloistered breath,

wild as a fractured pulse.

I heed gravity’s verdict,

let descent teach its honest lesson.

Ash follows flame.

Exhaustion follows ecstasy.

Yet even as I fall, I release—

words spilling from the cooling forge,

naming the weight I carried,

shattering inherited illusions.

I burn, I empty, I begin again.

Tomorrow waits—

a quiet stage,

a body ready to rise.