myths, a cluster of three-foil nonsense past

two red-square doors, that’s a way in.

A thirsty elephant looking for religious sustenance:

Here is the power at Corinium, save for a digit.

the infinitesimal model haunts the halls

of Psyche, her statues in ruin, the fundamentalist

christians laid waste to the academy, their wraiths

now possess your heart and speech.

Jealous treasures, those craft soothsayers

all conspired to awaken the Wrath of the oppressed:

Uranus compressed to subatomic space, about

to detonate and let the multiverse know.