I must become this thing

This thing of meat and cloth

And when I do I will refuse to be handcuffed

To the pedestals of opportunity in expectation

I will drain my body of everything until I am light

 I will float above everything like a cloth or a tree

 the sun will shine through my body

You will see my veins and you will know they are not filled with blood

But another substance much thicker

Much stronger

My pain will rise from my body into the summer sky

And we will always be free