snapshots of caught fish, trussed with ropes of salt and imploding umbilical knots mortices and scales of deep museums, reptiles of cold walls, long echoes, the weight of oceans on locked glass cases of eyelids, cracks in stone where horses are leaping, hooves thrashing out nerve-nets hang in underground rooms, strung with pale tissue, wrenches of iron, ganglia open their mouths and the wind screams thru them, tapestries evolve thru skulls in peristaltic rolls, the history of protoplasm of surgery, of mirrors, lost civilizations with their skins preserved around steel bowels, calcium blueprints in the tile of floors where people danced ten thousand years below the sea sunk in beds of gravity and black fire, basalt stitches flagellates and cities from our still bones, and bellies of spiders drift among the waters with silent engines, all nets are loosened in a steady breathing, and tightened again, and loosened again, as photons and worlds are woven and undone by the retina, as eons sink thru night with its webbed hands.
8 Sulfur