825

The Walrus ate Lucy while the Eggman pocketed the diamonds from the sky. Then, they ran off to Barbados together.

824

Ink unscrolls on paper line, manipulates pen tip, drags hand and arm, forces meaning.

823

Heart beats bass, soft shoulders sway – waving melodies – untethered soul drifts toward heaven.

822

Brownian motion diffuses love as easily as tea – or so the tea leaves said to me.

821

Steam grinds up from south, smothers Valley, pressure-cooks us like screaming shellfish.

820

I opened my heart to secret truths and only found a need for rest.

819

Opposites circle, engage – a lovers' contest – and from their mingling, new truths are born.