mighty protagonists sup oysters
declaim in voices of thunder
their deepest note
a molybdenum coffin
it’s lid
urges open –
the man inside
who meters of death suffuses
becomes rainbow alive
thinks, it’s me
an innocent abroad
will I program
or be programmed?
dominoes in many dimensions
and the roads of life spaghetti
the quantum vacuum I think this map’s
an art book on a table outside
the wind randomly
leafing through Rothko
angelic interferometry
cloud front storm front
a front for atomic
mice they look up from their
dreaming, dream new
proteins, basaltic
blows
puffs enough to propel
ships and us sailors
hereon into O
blivion