Revelations

A numbness the dull orange of safety cones toddles through him, twists the upright screw shrink-wrap tight, and clamps him to the tabled edge upon the realization his newest mistake came, not when his prized blue & white marbled rubber ball now bouncing down a steep hill paved with pale, dead, hardened skin on its trek towards the teeth of a storm drain to startle hurricane in hibernation, slipped his sweaty palm’s fool-proof grip, but when he dug it up from its grave on a proven to be regrettable whim in the first place, failing to obtain all mandatory permits required for such a global undertaking.