Wharfs whimpered and warped Woden wailed as floes and blustery blasts of slippery ice melted down from the pinnacle of the nova-crusted parasol. A dipping board bobbed down the mercury tide. Tinier than the tiniest pin, wobblier than Horton's Hoo, more crannied than raisin bran, the gnarled tree, the cue ball, the eternal cerulean, earth wobbled and bobbed, unifying the board and the venomous helm.
How would Earth survive the Sandman and Juggernaut clashing and dissolving into and out of each other while the pulsating yellow variable showered magenta and magnetism alternately, flopping from art to Victorian science and back to ancient monuments and eons-ago sunsets?
Crannied Venus, cocooned in furious ether, scalding vapor, verdant doom, unholy miasma, manifold blankets, and drafty streams, whipped its tailed green immensity through pools and momentum ponds. Streaking in behind the curvilinear tail, the Silver Surfer bent forward slightly and fired a brilliant, girder-straight beam at the tumbling Juggernaut and sprawled his ungainly bulk athwart the Van Allen Belt and its shepherd Endymion. The hyper velocity of the Power Cosmic nearly bent the unbendable, but Juggernaut, though stunned and unthinkably agonized by hitherto unfelt power, slowly reared himself back and upward, shrugging off the blast.
Another and another and another. Ten thousand crackling power cosmic rays, bolts and pyrotechnic dazzlings rained fearsomely down on the unstoppable, now a minute crawl, a never sleeping shark near fatal verges. Arboreal monuments, witnesses to meteors washing the idyllic sky of its meaningful silence, vast trunkful legs of petrified stone, aghast in the beech maple biome, aside ferny ferns and flitting mayflies, enormities of growth and life, wept as the clash cocooned the starry night and made all scintillate, the gloomy dawn.
Surfer, not micro not macro not effable nor awake, shiny with despair, a-brimming with overcontemplation and self-righteous moralizing, blasted the Hulk into a flux and returns every 10,000 years to reblast him down the gyre, thus vanquishing forever, or for so long as the Surfer lives, though not physically besting, the deepest harlequin myrtle monster the shale continents have cast away.
Now, a Cepheid Surfer cuts a G-clef arc and curve in the cosmic matrix as he perpetuates a tour of earth, the gyre, and a hundred more gleaming comets and brooding neutron stars, in his sacrifice to the universe. Superman hurls by.
