The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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FINAL ANALYSIS
It seems embarrassed when trying to navigate a toothbrush. Trapped in the shower facing the deluge of the century. Does it remember glory days swinging from a leaf, rappelling down the light fixture over the sink?
Such small eyes. Feel the gawk of trapeze legs. A paucity of twitches only serves to focus distress.
Proust might agree. The quantum spider would note future entanglement as a drowning possibility. Granularity is no measure of intensity. Observe only the agony of a few drops of water breaking surface tension.
The irony is dry weather with an impersonal search for moisture.
Now is the spinning of high flung theories and speculations, profound observations clinging to spider's spindly legs. The subsonic weight of elephant feet coding messages for their herd. An inter-species message, a concatenation of carbuncular egrets speaking in tongues – one might imagine raspberries floogled at passersby. They wave from windows of a trolley car, San Francisco. The closer one looks, the more sense it makes, having eliminated the irreverent.
This world does indeed spin like a top. Stirring cream into Starbucks science, see the pleasant counterclockwise swirl, a veritable calibration of symphonic X-rays pitching Bach's fugitive joy, dissipating dark matter
The chartreuse spider drifts over Australian deserts without seams. A chorus of coral reefs celebrating brilliant fish, those with large eyes and nursery rhyme stripes, Magoo glasses in a valise. Snapping turtles. Turtles all the way down, right on through the earth, coming out next to the Great Wall of China, where a crew is playing pick up sticks, and all the wars of mathematics are forgotten.
Bright parrots. The crow Bach mobile in our bathroom is a sky hook, anchored in mesquite reservations of tangled wood, for spider's dream. There is a certain gathering of text books, all the letters slipping off pages to ionize that single thread slipping down. It's a little slower than lightning now, but just as sure.
Here he comes down bobbing, swinging free!
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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