On Luck’s Unfortunate Hilarity — I am descending in circles, gnawing at the flurry of singing marigolds, desperate. The harmonies of their melodic welcome, startled by the deranged grip of my swirling insanity. Plummeting, wailing, plunged in a dizzying, downward spiral force. Frightened by the warped swirl of darkness, seized by the kaleidoscopic purple, pink…