When I lay slain in her flesh
and the wandering bulbs retreated
grids of bright wood
and gashed stone
of the mountain's peak
shook a connected wire.

Sheets of lakeside scum
twisted island spores
paint flecked piles of cracked shells
net's invisible hinges
path's lip of lactating mud
around a fish bone circuitry.

Cave mouth's iris
with descending hooks
plastic mold's ironic heat
where the sanctuary pops
a churn of liquid mineral.