Neural Tube Lube to LAH AH AND
FY ER BREF
Dancing through alleys of fire, VAK YOO AK YOO OOM breathe faster and faster as they align with the flicker of the flame. Human circles fire. Fire hogs oxygen. Breathing is a fight to survive. Fire circles human. Pins human to floor. Reaches up and flicks the moon.
ROLE OVER NOZE HOLEZ
The breath slows as NARA RA RAYTA enter NOZE HOLEZ. Lying nostril to nostril, as one exhales, the other inhales, breathing to the rhythm of the giant blow holes booming, “NOZE!”. One breathes another in, before rolling over and breathing that other out into another other. All are breathed by all, slowly sinking into parasympathetic unity, as they rest and digest post meal.
SIRKUL BREF
NARA RA RAYTA awake narrating their rapid breath: “BREF, BREF, BREF,…” heading without delay to the Condensorium. After proclaiming, “ACTIVATE SYMPATHETIC STRESS STATE!!” they hurriedly circle giant lips in opposing directions; inhale and sidestep right, exhale and chant “BREF” in another’s face. Breath accelerates. Condensation grows. Air intensifies, until the room begins to rain.
SUKEE SUKEE BLOE BREF SKULPT YA
To start the day, YAY hyperventilate. Lying below the FREEZA in a heated terrarium, they suck in frozen air and blow out heated breath. The breath forms FREEZA CLOWDS, and YAY watch from below as their comrades enter the FREEZA. Switching from the rapid-breath-sympathetic-stress-state to the slow parasympathetic serene, they begin to sculpt breath.
FLYA BUL BREF CLOWD
Hot breath and turbine propelled helium raise the cloud. It sails through the air, higher and higher until exhaled vapours cool and rain. On the ground, filtered rain is ready to drink.
DRINKA BUL BREF CLOWD
Breath turns turbines, releasing helium and raising the cloud. Exhaled vapours accumulate and rain. Water is filtered and ready to slurp.
BLOW UP BUMPS
Before bed, MEZA ZA YE YE breathe up and down through The Sea of Blow up Bumps. The soft winds of breath sweep in and out so slowly that each one feels eternal. Slipping into the parasympathetic serene, all fall asleep amid the breathing waves.
The Bref strokes 5000, and the gallery shuts.
Breathers walk up and down phosphorescent lanes, inhaling up and exhaling down, making a mark to count the breath. On the five thousandth breath, the gallery shuts.
Bref-o’clock
On waking, MEZA ZA YE YE enter the clock of breath, in fives. Together they become the hand of time, spinning around the face, breathing slow in the centre and fast at the edge; for every step they take a breath. The edge must breathe faster and faster to curve the hand of time, and catch the centre. Then the centre becomes the edge, and the hand of time resets. This process repeats 5 times, and then it is Bref-o’clock.
Brush Breath Sand GONG
In darkness, breathers enter a sonic sea of breath and brush. Brush in hand, and bare feet on sand, inhaling, they brush backward, exhaling, forward, revealing phosphorescent patterns on the floor below. Lost in patterns; in repetitious fluctuations of concrete and sand, in echoes of breath and brush, they lose themselves. Until one hits a pendulum gong, when all must stop and hold their breath until the ringing ends.
JUNGUL BREF
VAK YOO AK YOO OOM breathe up and down, until they pass out.
