The trouble is   a single atom   shot at random   random fire   two particles   fused and coupled   once united   multiply   the waves run   underground   electric power   copper wire   some tiny evil   bursts the surface   lays quiet like   insecticide      Slanted, the eyes   and this bonds mind to mind   the risk is mine   and this bonds mind to mind      She says a word   across the ocean   I hear the spit   I hear the sigh   the wavelength   undivided   to drain the fruit   and leave the rind   the shot runs   through her wiring   through her curve   through her spine   to feel an impulse   rising rising   a mess of reason   and kissing eyes.