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tap ttapp. tap taap. tap tappp. tap tap; alignment. Lids creaked open; spillway flooding thoughts with a moment. The sun had gathered within and overhead, readying the paths for the body. Pulsing on eyelids aligned the internal and external; a single point made to seem as two, the start and end fused. Fluttering, lids called wrist crease to iron the sleep away. Slowly, the body sat upright, stretched towards the sun, and stood at the ready.

Stretches and reps grounded the day. Palms and heels pressed into the floor as the body mobilized. The ritual set the score early, tipped the scales for the day, primed favorable paths to find their way underfoot. Hands busied with self care washing the sweat and sleep away, slicing and frying a meal, and self serving the forked airplanes. The days often started in this same kind of whirlwind. The plates and pans were swiftly stuffed into the countertop whirlpool as the work tools were gathered. Through the door and into the work day.

Clouds overhead crept across the sky like slugs. The fabrics draped across the body were taut to fit and highlight the scores set over many days prior. The sun was shining and the city had a familiar hum. The man-made towers held their place, as designed. The sunlight poured from overhead tearing through the clouds like a sweet snack yet fueling their swell, turned streets into skillets, and led some to loosen their collars along the journey in packed trains, car pools, and intersections along congested pathways.

The bodies bouncing on each other set their surfaces simultaneously. The palms of many were the main means of setting the surfaces of world. Designed spaces navigated and tuned by hands pressing, gripping, squeezing, shaking. Tangible thoughts finely tuned to fit into the lives of the masses guided movement. The day went by in a flurry. Before long it was time for the journey home. The feel of palming and rowing the door handles at office and home, nudging streetlights and elevator buzzers, and tugging sleeves of distracted coworkers tuned the scales of self, set the means of knowing self by knowing others. The return home was calm.