In her open palm

Grows a palm tree and a planned desert full of sugary sand or sandy sugar with camels that carry water on their back humps dumps sitting on walls eggs or pumpkins imagining greater falls experiencing greater falls with moustaches that hang down their chins like inverted giant question marks related to questions about the origin of the universe or something about life or any of the associated imaginations or fascinations that feel dreamy in real or real in dreams identical states of being either chewing tobacco or smoking it till the nasal cavities are full of rings born out of intermittent practice that maketh everyone perfect and tailors make a man gentleman after the creation of man woman child and everyone by g for god e for elephant riders running a rat-race on mud tracks with unbelievable details and minute line drawing designs drawn out of the sleeves of a magician overdone and over-spoken about in a story of a stream of subconscious unconsciousness smelling salts suffering Sulphur and magnetic dioxide in their hearts and souls wanting to grow up to be electricians or writers of stories or writers of eclectic electric stories or to be all at the same time an all in one form of life creating and annihilating – boom, darkness in the middle of the day – boom, boom – thunder and lightning in the central processing unit computers lie to you when you ask them to speak the truth and robots are master monster deceivers of making a million faces to your back when you aren’t carefully looking at the mirror in front of you looking at them all and the rest of the world in the mirror in front of you coins falling from your pocket with a hole