And on that day, another one did fall from the very face of man upon which great feasts were eaten and the milk which did spill then splayed across the heavens themselves and became the stars and the planets which would one day fall from above and choke the emperor to death as he failed to properly substance which was given to him by the sages who saw the millennia to come and knew that the land of Greece would one day fall to the Turks and then cannons would fire upon great men who would heal their wounds with the nectar of the gods as prescribed by the pharmacist at the marketplace whose wears are always in use in someplace and time, and another nation which cannot be named at this time then dreamt of a day when all would be sweet and the food of the eyes would swell to tremendous size that could indulge all the masses into fat blobs which would explode like confetti on impact with maroon monsoons named after the moon. But warily they watched as the movies flashed like lightning ablaze and curtsy which pleasure at the utter sweetness of the young girl with the fine black hair who wore black and red while the men of Mars came down like fire upon the lakes and burnt all in sight with their wretched vision that knew nothing but hatred and war.
Nihilists they were. Nihilists and solipsists who only dreamt in sepia and washed their socks with the wax of candles lovingly as a world away men and women made adoring love upon great beds of satin and silk while swans serenaded them peacefully with their songs. But lo, it was to be decreed by all that none could decree that all should hear in color since that would violate the rights of the blind and the deaf who could only imagine all that was and isn't not known as non-existent. But as waterfalls fell upon all our realms and the pianos wept in sorrow at the disuse of magic that was enforced by the inquisition across all places and times for which none were known.
But why could it be that our realm isn't known to exist in truth and fullness? Could it be that we are all but lowly fish against the current we swim as long as we all shall live forever and ever more upon a great rock which the temple has been built for its use as prescribed by a watery grave out of which Davy Jones emerges silently to collect the souls of the departed.
And thus it came to pass, that on that day the water ran onward out toward the sea, where at long last the Golden Age had finally come, and the isle of Atlantis arose from the waters, and all the world was covered in cotton candy and dipped in Faygo, and all the carnivals were line-free and angels gave free Swedish massages, while little kids jumped on trampolines for joy, while men with guitars for arms played glorious anthems of silver and platinum to herald in the days of wine and salt.
