The atom is something I imagined once

A steady trickle such that a clear pool forms, is allowed to form, is given to form. 

Up there, the aqueduct, large wooden planks holding it all back. 

The savage hounds, the cliff side adler. 

I google: are zoo animals sad. 

I think, while walking: is a caved cliff sad. 

Sadness in the form of giraffe and tapir, long nosed and necked, naked and hanging low.   

The atom is something I imagined once. In a dream, the setting can only be described as "tall", expanding upwards exponentially. WOW the swallows scream as my dream landscape brushes their tail feathers. Here, I know they could swallow me whole. Twenty apple trees tower all along the lane leading up to a dovecot. They bear fruit only once, after a biting bitter winter, a winter where not even the bravest fox dared leave his den. Again, the savage hounds. Again, the cliff side adler. No doves, no loving pairs in their nests. 

I raise my left arm, much more muscular than I remember, sheathed in an oven mitt, up up up. 

Down down down the bird... until... claws scrabblegrasphold the sinewy perch. 

Inside my skull, a spoon scrapes along the upper curve, collecting mush and debris gathered there. 

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I've been watching deadliest catch, listening to Life Without Buildings/John Cale/Coltrane, eating eggs, sending lots of emails.