SANDIA/FUSION
A
neural chart bares nuclei, stepped-up kilovolts ionizing
negatives of molecular plasma, pulse-forming lines
as time floats by Marxian disprocketed flashes, filming
shadows in acts of watery light where nothing seen
is not first dreamed.
Red-ochred
moon tugs on blood masking a specter with teats of
sterile gloves, simlulating the arc between poles of
belief.
To
breathe in a living
whirlwind the murderous
capacity of science to spiral
from a soul's unlucky foot
to an audience's startled
applause.
