Hey Look At This, Said The Universe

so some wooden spoons and a potato masher with a spaghetti spoon and some other utensils being what they are every day, stoically on duty crammed into the unremarkable utensil holder but one particular day when they and the light decided to converse secretly with the universe over an unknown coffee among chatter and din bereft of sticky fingers, cast a phoenix in flight majestically across the kitchen wall, the meal was several seconds later that magical evening and by another incredible zing, a conspiring of the universe and other distant table waited secret evening suppers, the bedroom pointed to the lampshade upon a low lit ceiling behind it became a robot warlord’s head ripped from its body, circuitry dangling like vein and sinew and then – hey look at this, said the universe I wondered how many times the universe had reached out but I was in too much of a hurry and sleep was several seconds later that night