Sparks flying off hammers

Sparks flying off hammers thrown to the ground. Clouds of dust open their doors and bow down before him. Legends of lunatics crawling out of the swamps back towards our campsite. Yellow fever jungles separate us from each other. Elements falling out of order. Limits bound and broken in the back room. Road signs bent and twisted into origami. Fissures and fault-lines in your face. Clothes washed by the riverside. Filial devotion demonstrated, he crawled back to sleep. Under a pile of shingles. Rocks bouncing off ribs. Bone broken and tied back together again with sawdust and spit. Great heaving jolts of ecstasy. Torrents of wet weather falling across us daily. She jumped off, deftly landing on her feet.