My belly joined the Belly Potential Movement. My brain took EST, my left eye last was seen swimming with Swami Riva, my right was rolfed. I’m actualized, if you know what I mean, transcending, getting ready for the future, fulfilled with helium, unstressed, piecemeal. My organs drift asunder above the circus, each bulbous with capacity to feel — eastward the nose and south the probing tongue, each toe afloat and powdered like a clown, aurora borealis genitalia higher than acupuncture can bring down. Why then this aching? Surely not my soul — for none was found when all was picked apart. And, strings all cut, who would expect such throbbing from one gland left on earth — my leaden heart?