S.P.L.I.T S

Noun: The physical structure of a person or an animal, including the bones, flesh, and organs.
Verb: Give material form to something abstract. 

"Athletic Dance"- To bend and break your physical body….held by your bones, masked by your flesh and operated by your organs….into structures rhythmical movement of thought forms that give rise to some epiphany of compound emotion down the road of your life's purpose that you carve for yourself second by second in your abstract mind. And in the midst of questioning….does the mind make sense of the body, does the body make sense of the mind…. or is everything you think, not a reaction of actual thought but flesh.
"You're cold hearted." I might say….But no!! its actually my heart that's cold when i think of you. Okay….but what about her? She's hot….smouldering in blood and agony that can never choose between short term pain…or long term pleasure. In competition with oneself. What a sight! To gain some ground on your own battle field, and gain a loss that will never be forgiven.
The battle is over. The sight you longed to see in vanishing beneath the sea swelling in your eyes, like time running, sprinting through your fingers. Into a hat of folded paper with answers to all that is more to come. The shores are calm once more. The sea in breathing. Your eyes fly open and blink to see the sun blinking back at you in pure delight.
Its a new day. Its a new morning. I hop out of bed. Out of some reminiscing desert of blood and sand of a dream now a mere speck of dark depth, growing shallower, being pulled into the distance without the minds interruption. I swing my leg up backwards to to kiss my Achilles, and arch into the interior city of splendid doll. A bad dream cannot erase my need to remember, Cool....I've still got it all!