Refraining from having to pee (again) while ready to throw up at a moment's notice (again)...requires a body yoga as comfortable as the usual insane situation will allow: limbs and spine twisted in motionless writhing inside the sleeping bag taut twisted nylon...body shaped like the energy vortex i am journeying in tonight [Boynton Canyon in Sedona Arizona], shaped like the sound vortex now pouring into my ears ['Alive in the Vortex' by Steve Roach]. In other words, channeling the vortex by embodying the vortex. This 3-dimensional spiral is who i am, this petrified vortex is what i do.

Writhing in the eagle's beak the serpent finds its tail - its dying body the ring of immortality.