plays with the bigness of his littleness
–electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.

A world of made
is not a world of born–pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine speciman of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless caseÑlisten:there's a hell
of a good universe next door;let's go