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.