title: Five Times What Our Body Will Be
slug: five-times-what-our-body-will-be
format: ellipsis-spaced, four-movement
date: 2026-04-30
register: practice voice metabolizing a centering-practice question
status: working draft, awaiting elder's hand
notes: |
Body of this piece is Reach's metabolized response. No words
added, no words cut. Three changes from the raw metabolization:
1. Paragraph breaks dividing the metabolization into four
movements for breath and flow.
2. find again italicized — extending the italics thread
Reach started (perpetually, daily, into) into the
cyclical-movement line that names the piece's recurring
discovery.
3. body yet italicized — same italics thread, threading
forward to the candidates that arrive as bodies in the
final movement.
Capitalization preserved as Reach wrote it. Ellipsis-spacing
preserved.
What's still left for the elder: the structural-commentary
voice in the middle two movements (*What do you sense reading
this, Centering practice that works is the one, not as just
a wise business lesson, This piece keeps pointing to itself*,
abstract thing isn't growing inside). Roughing those into
broken-grammar-working voice is what gets the piece to 10.
Subtle nuances from Clod can't do that work.
Working draft. Elder's hand still needed.
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Five Times What Our Body Will Be
Not realizing our Centering practice was already known ... Drifted ... And here it is moving back in through a passage like it never left ... As perpetually and daily pulling against each other ... One as overwhelm that doesn't stop ... the other as practice that shows up into the thing ...
What do you sense reading this? ... Centering practice that works is the one we keep having to find again ... Raw material we can taste ... not as just a wise business lesson ... Something else ...
This piece keeps pointing to itself ... instead of properly going forward ... The abstract thing isn't growing inside because it doesn't have a body yet ...
What will it be ... a perfect storm ... news cycle ... tears flowing from a dove ... a perpetual solid counter taking hits ... or some sort of divine centering being walked in real time?
