Reich's pools

Map of body, slow-shifiting caustics and acids corroding soft-tissue wells. Muscle sheath, cleavage-fissure working in to cores running alongside bones, the relaxed eddies created by spaces in between sinews just before they intersect and plan—pools, cruelly, where collagen and poor spent plasms might otherwise find relief, recovering. In the lee of the joint. Not resolved for work like the resilient inner and outer pad layers between my vertebrata. Not resolved for birth, like the enriched ready-to-boil plasma of stem cell marrow. [Taken unawares, dewey-saucer-eyed-cuddling- infant-throng-jelly-bubble matrix first irrigated with a tease of delight, then pulled void. ] Not resolved, but waiting, interregnum. The space that lies in the sheltered lee quietly rebounding just short of the pinching joint of two converging vectors, hollows where I might have paused to rest had I been a skeleton-soldier. In those places lie dark pools.

Where I had hoped to go with this comment was to projective emotion, reprogramming animal-limbic feeling-fountains with construction and optimism, the quickening of spring leavening the death embedded in my present emotions. That lee housed the material that would carry the charge. Reprogrammable matrix, lemming-infants unhesitatingly acting. The habit of thinking positively, not as a leaden mask but as a buffered encapsular sheath for the surging core. More directly, an interpretation-gate: 'this means, you see, that we can make something of this and that this thing is possible and that the path that leads through there and there will not cause extinction, but- ' salved opening. With emotion-compass, seeking solution. With growth-medium where the pattern can hold. With instruction-set: she’s not so bad, you’re ok, we can.

Forlorn orgone? I think Reich thought that clouds could receive this charge. And that flesh could receive it: filtered, buffered, invigorated.

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