Cables of colors multiplexed
By linear intention
Recede over curves perpendicular
At times, and generally in contrast to,
The inertia of thought unbent
By those electric fields
That force preposterous conditions
And outrageous supposition--
Forever locked in stalemate --
Twisting and kinking
Disappearing and reemerging...
Peeking with a gleaming eye
And what would have been a proclamation
Of the facts
Decomposes into darkness
Like jelly beans of rapidly decreasing proportion...
Sputtering soft pigments
Diminishing on parade
Then the focus recalibrates to foreground,
The air is charged with spirits,
Time stands still
And another thought
Springs from the head of the Gorgon