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