Inside the cave where I remained for eons there was a bushel of oranges, tipped over, and forcefully thrust in my direction. With the sanctity of revelatory offerings standing cliff side; squared off in pairs, the outlying landscape teamed with life.

Mathematical consequences engulfed prioritized litmus tests. Nuts and fruits littered the ground. Heavenly bodies streaked in concert with attitudinal defects across the sequential maneuvering of high flying insects roaming the skies. Bombay house guests coursed through veins like a spider's web where venom glands greeted stiff corpses.

None questioned the movements of the Great Composers. Their spatial relationships stood the test of time (and space) in this race of human radicalism. Ideas of fluidity squirmed as a worm through the apple's core. Rich is the pageant of life and the sour grapes are still eaten even though the surgeon general has advised this practice to be null and void.

Scrambled eggs and bacon eaten with rakes makes the fall all that much easier. So they said. In the embryonic state when that flicker of candle life first is felt and seen. Moths will keep you company as you develop into a vast ocean.

Swimming with whales, sharks, turtles, and dolphin my vision is enhanced like soup with crackers. Oyster shackles loosen the grip of barnacles clinging cautiously. Merry mammoths trudge through the great tundra of of a desolate area causing brain freeze. Meanwhile emperor penguins huddle in massive groups warding off the cutting frigid knives of harsh winds.

This fleeting moment in time will deliver newly born animals of sacrifice, which is taboo.

My agency is no more.