Ah, to see a tittybean squished over by cloth, ripeness accentuated with a maddening curvature that makes my want to go paint still life scenes of bowls of oranges.
a man in transit, the process of individuation, the coming together, the maturation of the spirit
a solitary fence post on a vast dusty plain, lonely
a dome: protection and imprisonment, dualistic, the thing we hate being the thing that keeps us alive, so that the fish people are prevented from dropping from the sky, may everyday be an eternal dusk under the shield!
doctors: "Good morning, gentleman. Extinguish your tobacco products and listen at full attention."
a man in transit, progressing from the infantile to the gerontologic utopia, at the end of the sentence, the end of the piece, as an adieu, "Goodbye, gentleman. You have been good doctors, loyal to your oath, but I must say goodbye, letting the piece dissolve like tp in the septic tank."