such inconsistencies

walden freeman

sunflowers become distorted alongside highways as i, a great steel bar of time and trial and tribulation, mutate into a sand so quick to melt each person who has come into contact with it into a glass figurine in a pose that suggests it is ready for pugilistic endeavors so heated that it will again melt and be mistaken for water in which case it will want a glass of itself and oh, heaven help the poor soul who pours itself all into one container, like eggs in a basket cracking jokes about the outside world or one heart racing that another could never beat.