ISKRA/the spark
-after Jack Hirschman's translations of Heidegger

before languid legs give to bleeding,
there resides ISKRA, sliver of dawn.

upon the breast of a tentacled cerebellum,
ISKRA ready to fuel tantrum voices. Focus

upward to Magellan's sky, inward to Verne's core.
A distortion before recollection,

ISKRA ignites as a rampant harlot
through lamp-lit city streets

placing her mouth around each
dangling cock of philosophy.

The draw of bitter elixir tampering the pH
of her sweet saliva, ISKRA the vaporizer

transmutating the universal consciousness,
chemically unbinding man's molecules

constructing him as the origin of Prometheus-
of strapping clay and luck.