kinesthesis zeke i remember flying over cracked pavement. legs trying to stay under my knees. knees lagging behind hips. hips slanted back from shoulders which were behind my eyes. air pulled and hair (normally to my mid back) felt anchored to my flattended ears. no one had ever gone that fast on two feet. i was in danger of reaching a speed beyond which i could not stop; effecting air hundreds of feet ahead. eyes dried and tears dried on the backs of my jaw, merging with moisture in summer air as it dragged past. i only stopped when hands accepted the hot tar sand pebbled surface of the rooftop schoolyard wall. i can feel it now. 040415 what's it to you? who go blather from