April 16, 2003

• proprioception
  
  the tap and jingle of keys against my thigh.
  the crunching of pine needles beaneath my sneakers and the clean, clear whisper of the wind through the pine trees themselves.
  i come upon the small sandy clearing that is mine and toss down my watch, sunglasses and keys. always in the same spot. out of the way.
  months of my movements have rendered paths, bowls and patterns in the ground and created small drifts of pine needles.
  still as a post,

  i stand in the center

  and begin to find

  mine.

  inhaling the universe and exhaling to the horizon. breath condenses the body into iron bars wrapped by cotton wadding.
  the shift is subtle; i don't notice until it's already complete. my consciousness becomes interiority. the process of thought unravels and diffuses until i am no longer trapped by my body. rather, i become it.
  i become finely tuned spatial awareness. i become muscle fiber. i become respiration. i become lactic acid and anabolic metabolism. and i am nothing.
  movements begin and movement becomes movement becomes movementbecomesmovementbecomesmovement until there is no s e p a r a t i o n .

  

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