Without division or interval, the body appears as pure form over content, surface without depth.

The eye looks, the ear waits, the head turns, the heart aches, the lung breathes, the hand gropes.   Skull! cerebral hemispheres! limbic...

There is in me a Body of Sin: Sin its own heart and lungs, brain-blood-bones- teeth-tongue; a crown of vice adorns the head; channels and...

The eye looks The ear waits The hand gropes The heart yearns The body thrashes about the turning wheel, which turns in TIME. ...