HARD AIR

1. Where I am and where my body will be. All the lessons for me are the ones in the ground. The direct correlative and ratio of my body. In molecules bending together to make me. The splendor and curvature of the earth. I lift my body up on the altar. When a human being takes his body up to higher ground, he is asking for the earth to push down on his brow and smother him into another consistency. This consistency is of hard air worked into. The spirit ascends. And look, everyone clapping at the other --at himself but at the other-- drinking, laughing, vomiting squares of green carpet.

2. Anything less than everything only deserves the consistency of vomited squares of green carpet: a foreign growth which must be cut from the body. When a human being cuts something away from his body, he is pressing hard air into himself, into his lungs, he is working his body into a consistency of lightness. Anything less than a consistency of lightness can only be the refraction of body sent into darkness.

3. Being in love when the spirit ascends and the bodies make waters, there, the diamond cave it is opened and inside of it is what, look, somewhere to be. There is room enough on this dark water to float a legion of tiny cups. Cups which are tiny enough to hold all the refraction of light after we make our arms together and form a sun. And there, all the light we need. All the diamonds telling the same story. There is even room enough here to place tiny candles inside the tiny cups covering the surface of the cold water so that, then look, more light. And we play the light over us because we are bodies of water. We are bodies of water and we know what to do with this light. We know how to send this light refracted into darkness and we know how to follow in the exact correlative of splendor and consistency.