Saguaro + Sedona
Refraining from having to pee (again) while staying ready to throw up at a moment's notice (again) requires a body yoga as comfortable as the situation will permit — with spine and limbs twisted in motionless writhing inside the sleeping bag equally wrapped nylon.
A body shaped like the energy vortex i journey in tonight [Boynton Canyon in Sedona, Arizona], shaped like the sound vortex pouring into my ears [Alive in the Vortex by Steve Roach].
In short: 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.