I commented on the scripture. Wrath and bone marrow, stoned up through the glass panorama,
the holy feral cat of Altamira’s shadow. Who is to say? I reply. “In the gut of reason,
no man of silicon weaved polish returns the sermon until the rails of San Benista arch
the hovering spectacle of drama, and the bedeviled vixen claws the chambers, victimless,
with ivory cast ice…..the certainty of calamity is just portent.- Sinz