LAMPF
Tubular
guts of a labyrinthine machine shatter a world of assumptions,
reinforcing the illusion of protons drawn as primordial
cave paintings drawn on a dancing turtle's back.
Columns
laboriously carried forth like dosojin, driven deep
into the ground beam harmlessly through horizons of anatomy,
ionizing malignancies that collapse like stars, in the
greatness of simple events.
A
hat drifts, then seeks its fate in the blue depths of materialized
heights, dipped into a children's story of nuclear sprites
brewing, pions bubbling to the top, churning gargantuan
belly twisted to support achievement's malleable dream.
The
iron of spinal ascension is rewarded with the shell of
credentials, pet theories fishing the amphibious rivers
of tradition, Tartarus' ova buried in higher places.
Downwind
hunting familiar odors
in predatory stains of an unfledged
vision, summarily trapped,
methodically clubbed to death.
