Somewhere in Coma Berenices& Formulas append themselves to fractured theory&
Algid like intellect& And persistently intractable& Swirling in ancient
silence, phrases dart throughout& The interstellar medium& A vingintillion
syllables& Cascade as incantations& The ebullient clouds of godforms&
Puncturing reality, puncturing existence& Cortices bend and warp& Under immense
strain& Proteins for inchoate larvae, extruded like feces.