Pepe's Nuts #215

Measured against the day’s tide and found rising, everyone understood why nuts rise: because they are buoyant. When they roll, they roll together. There is a pungency to destiny here; imagine the smell. The Old Nutdenza once said, “Behind every great nut… is someone who held.” A tingling begins in the palm and climbs the forearm—permission to believe. A small rattle, a soft thud, the room leans toward them. And still they shine, asking only to be held right.