Phyyt phoo, two aqueous lenses peeling through, the oxygen layers. Pupils turn as they unfold, hungrier for light behind burnt sand barriers. The switchboard like a carnivorous plant field independently moves points And compacted, segmented panels respond like exoskeletal joints There come the staccato screams of steam one at a time, puff, lining the door Capsule, contaminated with air, is cleaned when the beetles wing lifts the floor The boy I was, offers a raised thumb from the ground, science disciple With Helium fission equations on a sheet hanging from a bible. My eyes behind a visor open slowly, itβs time to take control Still tears slowly lift from my face like a violin bow rising to sing low Now in a place where time means nothing I canβt regret a thing I just wish this clinical empty cold on all, to take the warmth that lies bring With Creaking myofibril strings so imperfect in this black vacuum dream I shake the hand of god; with polystyrene gloves as his work is so unclean.