The world moves me, incredibly, yet hurts so much with all its trouble. We are all each other. We are all vital and fresh, and greasy damaged goods, all at once. We are a mash of matter and cells, primordial puree.
I want to shed my human-ness and unite with my animal incarnation. Wither my body and swipe it out of the way, integrate my spirit-life into the land itself, the very sky. Be inside stones and water and wood, be outside what we perceive as space, divorced of linear time.