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.
