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mientras mas despierto, mas ausente
fluyo, menos inquieto:
menos fijo, mas transparente

mas desbordo cada hinchada vena
menos tajo de indiferencia
-cuan mejor artista cuando resto ciencia!

(…menos terrunyo robado, perdona)
mas sal de viento para tu lengua
que mejor alimenta mi llama

menos sufrido aunque condenado
risa mas libre que piel sobre piel
por igual turbias, cual mas turbado

(back around mid-july…)
my medication is my addiction
my addiction is my medicine:

fifty-two minute run!

let’s see what recovery is like & how i feel tomorrow-

…y el detalle de ‘la caridad’ i’ve done a couple of times before- moving a dead- sacrificed?-

animal off th road: first that kittycat, at night, still warm, by th municipal services area

in th old tortuguero army base- then that flattened- hedgehog? near pfarrkirchen in niederbayern- & now a

little mongoose cub near los tubos beach…

overtraining? my resting pulse doesn’t seem to say so- 48 bpm, +or- , this morn- but i was sleeplessly tired

until daybreak…coffee plus gotukola plus adrenalin plus green tea in my postrun ‘ultimate’ shake…? walk-

weights- crosstrain- swim-rest??

…at th wrong time, th moment my head hits th pillow I AM AWAKE
only to drag my self up to my feet to sleepwalk, again & yet again
one night or one year: absence is void of duration
fully in th moment i laugh nervously at pushing th padlocked gate
shoulder au bout de petit matin first time after th engine’s collapse?

bastille: at tonight’s banquet i was nourished by th sacrifice of many grapes, some fish
two snails & even a taste of my friend’s cow loin…
countless wheat berries, seeds, grain, kernels ground down
germ set aside or ignored as innapropiate dark clue to continuity of life…