neutrons collide
and neurons form //
a magnetar yawns
scorched earth
the last butterfly
bravely flaps its wings
terminal winter
space unfolds
but you are gone
her father’s daughter:
green hair and a tendency
to stare at the sun
light splits the heavens
the world is, as long foretold,
taken by surprise
ebony fronds wave
in the cool gliesean breeze
death’s domain is here
he transforms the code
into synaptic patterns
galatea wakes
they proudly show off
their graphenic computers
how quaint these humans