Raindrops drip on dirty glass, casting rivulets in motion as rhythms emerge and thoughts drift among the day's disorder. There's a comfort to the dwelling when done well, but ill winds await those who are carried by the squall. Let the storm wash over you and fade, lest you pass the point of saturation and succumb to the ensuing flood.
In Another New Calligraphy's seventh Impossible Task, ripples of math unfold rapidly to cover clear confidence and feet begin to flame as the end of day weighs on. Crystals twin and twin again once halved. Reciprocal torture nosedives into oblivion as ecstatic convicts imagine freedom. Rattlesnakes clatter and clank like castanets, music transfiguring the body in everchanging degrees. Grocery bags tug on shoulders while a nose is remanufactured angular and sharp. Details go uncaptured and intricacies are lost, but imagine us all telling the truth—fighting, uplifting, and healing.
Please give yourself a quiet moment to enjoy Impossible Task.