Dandelion

Well then through rubble thawing the dandelion sprung everywhere dandelions speckling the curvatures of time whereon an angel and a demon joust upon unicycles and venomous thoughts flutter in barbershops above the voice of the ball game and heads of men dreaming of an emperor dreaming of the architect envisioned by a cartographer sketching his past and the dandelions still through a few passing showers and misshapen smoke rings fading and abandoned papery wings and an impossibly orange watering can and dead fish of course and meandering film shoots and fish not yet dead of course and fortunes obscured in palm sweat in which there may be recorded the testimony of someone who maybe loved Donald once upon a time way back in the days of continuous warm static that fizzled within telephone wires.