In the near cavern

a fount of operations

behind a silver curtain

glinting with liquid transparency,

threads traced into the rock face

running to pockets of dim water,

nudes on a cliff's upper lip

blood sprockets

diving into the breach of echoes

reborn with a synthetic sneer

charcoal eyes in a wood slat

blinking from the pebble floor

where mineral colors mix like paint

and the exit flares.