histology lesson 03

you push, fulcrum against me. but only in the looking, the rush
of electrons in/ the cathode ray tube's vacuum. an insularity

as explosive as any, the artificial states we maintain, abhorrent
as nature listening in on: its own silences. as suspicious as

boyle groping blindly through after/ something one disturbs but
in feeling only names. the sought-for magic is that in such making

one generates acetylcholine, initiates an exponential series, rocket-
flare: brenschluss: that we, providential& held, do no harm but wait

in the rush&shudder of tunnel-vision, each to each an effector neuron
shuttling the treatise on which our keys flip, & lock, & change.