swirling spiral globes
collapsing the desert into a thin horizon of sun and dust and hillsides filled with grain
cabbage and red cream atop the waterfall of pleasure
I sit. And ride. and wow what a spectacular judgement of self-controlling werebats!
how atrociously flamebait! she said. are you afraid? of what?! dying is a maze of confusing lies, with a golden cicada at the top-center.
and four corners define the cube of the universe
underneath the chicken barn.