  not sure when this was written. early sept, 2000 probably. (no title) we were not built to feel but to act in this kaleidoscope of a dreamland somewhere along the path i tripped and clutching pieces of the dreams the kaleidoscope fell on me cut the skin and i began to feel. It came out flooding the air with thickness and i grew gills to breathe. I am separated in the air that lies between those with gills (I breathe the air of feeling, I am the only one i see) and those who know what they were built for.
I forget how to breathe the other way. Watching you (sea turtle fins pressed up against the glass of curious faces in their cage rapping) i want to study lungs again and make this feeling turn to air. Because it was nice to watch our lungs rise and fall in pattern with our breathing denying feeling and the only complaint was the heat of the afternoon which carried over into midnight I desire evolution date? 
