The stem's laughter
when acquainted with the flower,
the book's laughter
when acquainted with the nostrils,
the vent's laughter when acquainted
with the fanblade,

circuits fried across an elongated dip,
blunt knives skipping over
a polished plane,
numbers ticking within
the freed genitalia,

new suns winding in the lunar dust,
boats of iron tissue
rippling a linked series,
cool in its ring of clear sight
the fleshly matrix quietly erupting.