I foresaw the summit of a speed bump, an inverted aircraft and a condescending toad. Of the three, I accepted the speed bump….fortuitously smooth…and aerodynamic…no animosity between my grounded self and my launching beliefs. I can remain intact this way, which makes me relax, just a bit. It is almost noon, my sides are beginning to press…whimsical and vivid. To the mannerisms of the bystander…perplexion is no longer a living word…but it does fit perfectly without explaining the comparison… several hours have passed since my last feeding. Perhaps they would have me eating even less…not surprising…but easier to forget how much I have spilled… and later, unevenly missed. Compartmentalizing is always up for a challenge, no matter the manner of the trick. Besides, how long is that aircraft going to remain in the sky…did man invent the concept of forever? The toad seems to have inherited the enormity of holding a self-appointed rank. I wonder if there is any room for the great above to be blue, when all of one’s orders are attached to a pale colored tongue or incorrectly assumed by the webbing of the feet? Philosophical boredom is such a poor substitute for a captive ultimatum….but given the chance of actual contact….I move for a unity that codes all hallucination….committed to the preservation of a feasting lore…where the triumvirate is the purveyor…and the presage lives on through the comparisy.