Polychromatic contrapuntal arguments. Sensorial dislocations. Burning, searing. Ardent craving for clement space, entrapped within roaring cacophony of inclemency.
Inconvenient gastronomy. Awkward juxtaposing.
Cause for celebration, wrapped in tough leathery cackling mockery.
Who says you can’t have everything?
It does seem as if Everything has wriggled, encroached, bombarded and exploded inside fragile capsule of discombobulation.
Except for one anchor of melismatic grace. Warm-bodied softness, long, elegant canine face. This creature knows a wordless confirmation of Beingness, emanating quiet strength to persist in resilient hope.