All The Fruits Of The World

 If trade's outcome were a paradise it is an eden of infinite variety of colorful things.  Each shelf is lined with plastic and metal and glass and wooden and bronze and black and green beautiful things.  I can remember a stack of comic books told of mysterious forces and heroic figures drawn from the real playground.  I remember a fiery car in subdued charcoal about to swallow the road.  I recall a stock full of boxes encasing thin residue highly processed wood pulp.  I recall a counter with a squadron of metallic vessels and glass encasements.  I recollect a showcase of slim and angular faucets that never dripped a single drop.  I recollect a glasscase of encasements of electronic circuits and handlers with remote buttons and controls.  I remember a crystal lattice filled with H2O where little bubbles and beta fish swam and contemplate, awaiting matches that shall never come.  I recall a virtual surface on which series of erudite volumes on esoteric subjects spell bewilderment for the beginner's mind.  I recollect perspectival lines that house sequences of plastic bottles containing complex chemical equations, each tailored to the local customs.  I remember the wall of symbols and signs made of twisting neon tubes and fine wood panels with engravings that mark the local sensibilities of property.  I see infinite lots where automobile vehicles sleep and slumber, glistening in the afternoon sun.  I gazed into a chamber of glass droplets in chandeliers and forgotten lamps.  I moved through the cooling stockpiles of modules of fine ale.  I sense refinement and culture in between the glass encasings slim and tall smelling like a twilit evening.  I pass through the warehouse floor gazing vacantly at the ceiling amongst the fluctuating colors of youth t-shirts.  I wind through departments and departments that smell like the sensuality of a thousand models at a hundred boutique shoots.  I fuzzily meander across the halls where hidden in virtual darkness are the moving pictures filled with plot and color.  I mozy through the ancient hall where the unusual and antique are laid out on wooden fold-out tables.  I marvel at a wall of units displaying pairs of gold, silver, and diamond earrings.  I, I, I think I have walked amongst the myriad signaling the billion star'red sky.