Let's wrap this one up...
I am casting out a line (as I did once before), and I am closer than I can believe. I am pondering the possibilities of being in two places at once; touching two surfaces at the same time.
A knot;
a fold;
a double helix.
I have spent some time now researching the possibilities of sending myself over to you ahead of time; of drained blood, neatly packaged in a second skin, and mailed across the ocean. This blood saves time. It holds it tight in every molecule a singing bio-hazard. Touching two surfaces at the same time. The space between can no longer be measured by the feet of my long intestine, but instead, by the time it takes for oxygen to burn. Three minutes: thirty-seven seconds. How much oxygen can you burn in threeminutes:thirtysevenseconds (if you don't mind the gaps...)?
This is my gift to you, at a time when I know that you are waiting for gifts. Wrapped up, packaged, and sealed with a carefully tied bow (a Japanese Parcel Knot). I offer you threeminutes:thirstysevenseconds of my burnt-out, fucked-up oxygen. I've heard it said that every breath of air on Earth has been breathed before and will be many thousand times again. Recycle it, and use it how you will.
Richard.x
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