Turbulence

Bubbles differ, swirls of wind curling around discarded apples.

Do the unthinkable. Connect the dots with worm holes. Blackwater Tuesdays connect pitch hybrids living within jelly.

Deconstruct with small satellites suspended on broken dreams. The sky vibrates; colors it's feeling, angelic sighs amidst burnt coffee.

Every moment here converging equals an echo of the heartbleed. Only IKEA shelves reaffirm the benign minion.

We cannot die within absent boundaries. Beans flap wildly in desperate committee meetings of pumpkin juice and grackle feathers. Whisper.