Post-melodic karma

I read an opening line about a poet who had a dream last night about a burning rainbow and a scream that would need to run downhill to gain the momentum needed to reach people.

I read a dried husk of a leaf that spoke of reincarnation as that pulse beneath all things that has to do with an uncontrollable set of karmic consequences that lead to new phenomenal arising.

I read a memorandum holding that when the bank accounts and head accounts and heart accounts of politicians leaders and principals are made transparent and the many layers of guile and mischief and avarice are removed, there will still be big trouble in little China and the best jokes will still fail to land with over 80% of the most ardent comedic harvesters.