And loose with sleep how shall i say- wandered into that ancestors’ ancient hall gleaming bright on either side lined up along grand promenade many sacred vases upon pedestals They had names after each which they bore things millions of years properly to bake and not familliar with the place (being the 'proper' modern man) i was lustful to heedlesly smash a vase open full into billions of pieces oblivion never quite had i seen such porcelain shining being i only familiar with styrofoam monsters ejaculating their plastic poison wrath so i took the first vase i encounered off its pedestal in hand floor smashed such satisfying a sound? and a light somewhere turned off in the world And turned to the next more enchanting than the last so perfectly round so perfectly round a bulbous crack like a whip as it snapped the flat ground and i thought i heard green death moan as it found and i nor nothing else no longer was