anatomy once again adduction... abduction... these motions of my legs, suppination... reclined in your bed... and do you, who can disect with your eyes, know the anatomy of this moment? Do you know what would happen if you let it? There is the ticking of a single second that could change the way that time flows... and if we stop this clock, will forever remain untouched? Can we pause for just too long? The insertion and the origin are all familiar to you. You could trace my infraspinatus from one to the other without ever finding me. You who know so well the venricles and atria and each valve inside my heart, yet cannot find me lost in yours. When I let go of your fingers and place my lips on yours you will know if only briefly the true mystery of anatomy... two well muscled fat deposits can contain a whole soul. 050114 what's it to you? who go blather from