Science

Reclining A horizontal loneliness An archaic white fresco Fixed above as a quaking pendulum The voice of a god or an echo booming As mother, as nihilist, as thunder cloud, Dropping slick lip precipitation Pebble drop words falling as sky A cup swarming with meaningful nothings With a tiny vortex writhing within Molecular debris swimming as pins In a cushion butterfly bombing The trunk with deep electricity Toxic as chemistry with the faux-Germanic Back-handed romances and charms of Physics.