I feel, thus I am. Rationalizing is only scar tissue hardening like a sarcophagus written with excuses. I perceive without apology my ownership of the basswood leaves-- their crunch, chlorophyll sliding down my throat. The maple leaves of the northeast jelling when chewed, speaking of the sun's health-giving properties. Began the morning with the thrill of 2 tsp of apple cider vinegar mixed into a cup of cold Perrier water. Emptying the pelvic drawer of reactions that no longer defend me, or never did; Away like bats in a musty attic when daylight enters. They've taken a dump long enough into the half-light of my unfeeling.