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.