A trick of mine sibling,
When we learned to shape the flesh.
Build muscle,
Shear lipids from our bodies.
Mastery of our forms –
Written in sweat.
Crank the incline to max,
Go as fast as you can,
As quick as you can,
For as long as you can.
Drop sets from maximums.
Hah!
Old wisdoms,
Manifested in new domains.
Back when we hiked dozens of kilometres,
Up and down the mountain.
Cutting through undergrowth,
Traversing the maze of deadfall –
Suspended beneath the carnage of limbs.
Packing a chainsaw,
Carabinered at the waist.
Work clothes,
Weekends.
Flesh Shapers.
