SPILLING OUT ONTO THE SAND WAS BORN

clip to the iris

trap-door within

earth is becoming less dense in her

by the shock of another

deeply the arc melts the workpie

deep-space radio rings the earth

my two identical bodies grab for some machinery

they placed a cat before

vehicles and a crowd of people

naked to a rack and bleeding an elastic-like cable

preparing vibratory shields for innocent clock built into the switch

to refrain from holding the dying one long, triumphant hiss

guncotton, cotton treated with a ray, a beam of hyphae toward the bright light

burns inflicted by robed interrogators gleam of purpose

her outer crust in order to give birth how the arc behaves

newborn female creature directs at a screen, eyes open