(Segment 13)
Early/Mid- Spring, I am worn through, in and out. Truly it seems as if it should not be so. Why now, after resting, am I more tired than before? It is getting warmer again, and perhaps the rising temperature makes lying in bed that much more difficult. Have I accidently cooked myself into a fish pie between my cottony sheets?
Fish pie – revolting.
This is difficult, this continued practice. Just passing the halfway mark, I shudder to think of what shall form if I am greeted by such an internal reluctance for the remaining segments. Beginning points, open meditation, tight internal cognitive resistance, and a headband worn too tightly. But I believe this is also important and instructive. Internal reflection driven by previously set parameters, anyone can reflect when the act of reflection is easy-going, but to reflect when you wish not to reflect, this requires more fine-tuning. What does it mean to grapple with your thoughts? With whom do we actually fight in these uncertain moments? Internally I breath, and something pushes back, building a slight resistance to my otherwise smoothly set sail.
The Pressure (in ten parts):
- Ever present and mildly hypnotic
- He secretes a pheromone from his upper gland of worry
- The aroma is labelled ‘local cash-and-carry’
- Highly thrombotic
- Searching endlessly he grinds his mind to paste
- Leaky, mushy, pink
- A drive to rethink
- There is nothing left now but brain waste
- Rhyming
10. Couplet