It’s a damp heat,
a damning sort of
weight upon the body
and, somehow, upon the
Soul

Our air conditioners
rattle off the sweet song of
recalcitrance, ourselves
refusing to venture forth,
save for to the car with
a sweet, sweet song to match.

But to fight too hard is
Useless,
and perhaps it’s best to
lock yourself in a little room
with a drum kit and some
ISOLATION headphones:
the point of the exercise to
-really- let your sweat bleed out

Weight on the Soul,
just like weight on the shoulders,
may hurt at first,
but only makes everything stronger