The sylph-light first drizzle droplets splish off the magnified grass. Diadem cross-referenced byzantine designs blur the vibrating grass through their infinite lenses, their refractive gelatin, their reflective skin, their zany cosmology, and their ephemeral astrology.
The atom beings, with their nanosecond half-life, watch the starry shimmering orbs proceed in wobbling precession across the cerulean, shake the spewing orbit fit via thumb ratcheting, glimpse beyond the dewdrop balls and into the infinitesimal and infinitely slow eon blobs clouding the clusters and hoarding dark matter.
Pixies retrieve the tiny drops with driplet buckets. 001001010101011101 01010101000 01100101 010101011: the binary morse-code pattern tapped out on a perched berry, perfectly resonant for vibration transmission to the ends of the oddly-shaped kingdom, kind of shaped like a cluster of dice, snapped into place, with extras protruding from every facet.
Larger splashes instigate flower cup chai tea gatherings in meadows pleats. Rivulets ferry the tiniest silt kingdoms to vales and dells as drifting spiders balloon by overhead, borne aloft or dipping as the merry breezes tease or grow somber.
Bit torrents crash jagged frames onto elegant interweavings. Many more infinities happen within the variable range of commencing rain and faucet streams. The belts and circuits, bells and cables, flow charts and karnaugh maps, punnet squares and pseudocode ziggurats, integrate their fashion and pour forth their glimmer in sad, unrestrained glorious heaps.
Photo by Luc Viatour
