got me thinking of designing a higher power in the cherry trees, twinkling their morning dew like stars from the heavens, with no dark. White weddings all spring, showering confetti to the lifeless pavement where eyes snail trail the ick ick ick steps of tiny gravel spits.  Rolling like a turbine in the engine of the motor of the automatic whatnot who knows cars?  I hate cars. Give me a cat on a tricycle flying through the sweetcorn fields of yellow green yellow green house blankets of mouldy moths and inky insects shinkling in the new night sky sounding like an accordion.