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.