The divinity of the woman of whom I dream is always accompanied by a necessary lightness. Possessions which do not compliment are banished from her visage. She is unbound and unburdened– of bulk, of shoes, clothes, and even the weight of herself, who she used to be.
She's orbited by void space and haloed by light; that light that tilts her face up under the sky, the light felt more than seen, light through closed eyes.
She's heavy, now, such chemical crutches, needful possessions, and components of shelter orbit low. She can never be void of chains; my wrists are not thin enough, my brow too dirty, my countenance far too dim.
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if my apotheosis comes,
should form and soul be
granted power to match
I will be Radiant.
I will be free, safe, and unencumbered
as the Sun
