Did you know? Cashew nuts grow on flowers, and they grow one at a time.
Think of the distance between railway tracks: this traces back to ancient Rome.
To know the true energy of the sun: imagine it covered all over with postage stamps, each square inch a bomb, each exploding with power only comparable to explosions in Hiroshima. Energy like that.
Think of this: how time once was unknowable for being different to everyone, until trains began and the post began arriving on time.
Did you know? Facts are enough to make a poem. Where do poems grow? Do they come one at a time? When did poems first set down their tracks? What is the power of a poem? Does it explode? Are poems different to everyone? Will we ever know?