Clod

The jetty faces are tumbling out the orchid-head epicenter like caterpillars, cataplectic. The data-massing resembles a flowage-fold, a mudslide--faunal disassembly. The apelike, nacreous creatures are born, have sex and die when their bodies are exposed to oxygen. If a star leaps out from behind a smog bloom, their skin will tear open and slaughter the silent ether. It is fantastic, like the sound human babies used to make when they summoned their mothers for dinner.