"Beam", by Jody Gladding How is it I'm becoming particle solid tool with a few odd uses even as I'm honed to nothing more than gesture—wave or stride, shrug, stutter? Resolute contradiction, I'm worn so smooth by now I should be able to explain everything. So what is it that escapes me, that on good days, lifted and filled me? Because that's what I would have called light.   Stride : She strode purposefully up to the desk and demanded to speak to the manager.  Honed :  "a honed knife is easier and safer to handle than a dulled, nicked (= scratched) blade" He perfected his work over time and delivered "a finely honed performance". Other ways of walking?