How many hours spent rolling inside this metal box in a seems to never end near sunset sky alive and thick with enough pollution to reveal clearly the beams behind the curtain. Rich ambergris light somewhere between bathwater and garrote cordage. It seems only the human who struggles with eternal discorporation or if not eternal insistent and frequent. The mind separating from the body as time separates from the present a forever nonreality of two halves not whole and a body noose rather than aqualung a strangle where should reside the breath of broken surface. The smothering flesh the dictations of guts and genitals and amygdala drawing and quartering him. From her. To her. From her.To her. From himself and to oblivion integral pieces he almost longs to filet away from himself every breathing moment. There is a knife which cuts everything the knife for cutting God on the road for splitting the Gordian knot for testing humanity for remembering things incomplete can be made so through declaration. A knife to recall the interaction between him and the salts of earth which combine to make something ever greater to make brick and mortar possibility for the spirit built with sweat chalk and iron in blood or bars. The earth educates always that all things bend all things melt all things change ashes to ashes dust to dust the silly separation of him into flesh and spirit as if they were not one thing of carbon salt and water oxidizing to entropy in red.
