When setting up the rope you have to tie it just right so that your toes don't touch the floor. Nobody was ever born with the know-how or how-to of knotting but that's something we all understand. It's easy to get scared because your heart isn't the sawn off spade of yesteryears. More like oblongated and complicated and all tubes. I can't tell that they're working but hoping, always hoping. What color are my guts? The same color as everyone else's, I trust. Pumping shot cocked loaded reverse motion. We live like VCRs to prove the body's obsolete. Grampa tried his damnedest to punch a hole straight through the dirt with his rapid foot, but it was too tough for even grampa. Kuckoo clock's up, sounding off. Time is still passing on. To float, weightless.

Still breathing? Still swollen? Still have those functions? Whose to ask? When you can see your own reflection and still claim it then you've stopped searching and done living.