Existence Womb (100)

   
   "Existence Womb (100)"
   
   In another dimension maybe, a singular spot on the Multiversal wax of many things wends the weird of the Chief, but that's how he got through life--by being bizarre.  He was frazzled and yet heroic.
   Regardless, that spot, Miriam and Buck in luminous lovemake, for the sake of reproduction, at least--I'll give them people that.  Both touched by the Holy Spirit.  Conceiving and bringing forth the fruit of life.  
   The fruit of Miriam's womb--the womb:  so much like life, feeding us our eternal aspects, forging them now on this field of play.  Buck knew a secret:  The Holy Ghost adored football, as a blonde cheerleader, so cheesy and old-fashioned America, where no pearls and pumps haunt with the evil beaver nowadays.
   So, the synergy of them in a muscle car.  Playing like a coyote and a wolf, till the fabric of freedom is woven, by that female entity, the spider, saving King David from treacherous follow.
   It is all together.  These people were not defeatists.  They just looked that way.  So depraved and desperate, feeling the anguish of death upon them all the clicking time.  Thus, they talked to dogs.