Cosmic Truths hang breastlike.
Merging, they droop, pregnant with power, begin slowly to circle counterclockwise, twisting, turning, revolving, reeling, casting spinoffs into the brainstream. Concept's blur- blinding tip vacuuming cranial cavities, sucks up a musty broomstraw of discarded thought, and impales it on, into and through the steel alls of consciousness, leaving an idea lodged in the mind's eye.