.....
.......
a blaze of hot, dusty air I plump the artificial waves
feeling pulse as broken artifact of a once beating heart
........now silent form and teetering love-lump:
.............a shell of zero to do
...................................catawba full of lung
............................................an ebonized aorta
in its late withering state
.................................[is maquette with synthesis?]
..........................transfused and ripe-bleeding
........................out elemental
.....................................properties
.....of I:
...................heady air, artificial being.
(Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, 2006)