today i grabbed a newspaper at the gas station and the headline read "did you know that the world keeps spinning its arcane equations far above your head smoothly and tidily in the way the clouds drift gently 40,000 feet up and the way the sluggish magma at the core of the earth shifts and pools while you break and remake yourself again and again every day like a messy, lopsided, desperate prayer to Theseus and his legends? spring blows in on haphazard rains and gathers its strengths in quickly tiding thunderstorms and soon all the hells of summer will scatter fresh leaves round your feet while you stand transfixed, spellbound under the wheeling stars" and when i turned the page the second story was titled "donald trump found dead at age 77 the doctors say it was racism poisoning"