They do - wild, surprising. They, our daily detrita, make the universe upspiral like a top taking flight. Soon enough, the delivery at your doorstep - you can see it on your phone. Mixer trucks pour wet cement into kidney-shaped swimming pools. Staple guns post broadsides onto foreheads of the innocent - flex of an accusing finger. Fountains of cherry magnolia get through the sparks. Intrusion forces open that cornucopia mouth to say your peace.
Ephemera Spiral Infinity
"Staple guns post broadsides onto foreheads of the innocent - flex of an accusing finger." Damn. Sheer poetry right there. As always.