What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the sun? At last, Inquisitive Whitman, a modern epic, detonative scientific theme. First pen, Unmindful by Dr. Seabord with poisonous hand, named for death's planet through the seabeyond Uranus, whose catholic or fathers this magma teared lord of haze, the desire of avenging theories, billionaire, alking worshiped once with black sheepthroats cut, priest face averted from underground mysteries in a single temple at a righteous. Spring, green, Persephone, innuptial to his inevitable shade, Demeter, mother of Asperer the Weeping Dew. Her daughter stored in salty cadwards under white snow, black hail, gray winter rain, or polar ice, in memorable seasons before fish blew in heaven, before a ram died by the starry bush, before the bull stamped sky at earth, where twins inscribed their memories in clay, or a crab to flood washed memory from the skull, or lion sniffed the lilac breeze in Eden. Before the great year began turning its twelve signs. Ear constellations, wields for 24,000 sunny years, slowly round their axis and Sagittarius, 167,000 times returning to this night. Radioactive nemesis, where you there at the beginning, black, dumb, tungless, unsmelling blast of disillusion, Manusessio Baptismu word after four billion years. I guess you're birthday and earthling night. I salute your dreadful presence, last thing majestic as the gods, Salo, Jehovah, Astafayos, Adonayos, Elohim, Iao, Iao de Booth. Ian, from Ian born ignorant in an abyss of light. Sophia's reflection glittering thoughtful galaxies, world pools of stars clung, so facid as hairs of ironstuff. Father, with men, I celebrate a matter that renders self-ablivion. Grand subject that annihilates inky hands and pages prayers, old orators inspired immortalities. I begin your chant, open mouth, feeling into spacious sky, over silent mills that hampered, savanna river, rocky flats, pan-text, burlington, albacarpute. I yell through Washington, South Carolina, Colorado, Texas, Iowa, New Mexico, where nuclear reactors create a new thing under the sun, where rockwell war plants fabricate this death stuff, and the earth in nitrogen baths. Hanger, mylas, mason, assembles a terrified weapon, secret by ten thousands. And where men, Zeno, mountain, boasts to store its dreadful decay through 240 millennia, while our galaxy spirals around its nebulous core. I enter your secret places with my mind. I speak with your presence. I bore your lion roar with mortal mouth. One microgram inspired to one long, ten pounds of heavy metal dust adrift, slow motion over great elps. The breath of this other planet. How long before your radiant speed light, and death to set it in? And to my body or not, I carry all my spirit inside you on approachable weight, all heavy, heavy, hourbook, a weekend. I vocalize your consciousness to six worlds. I chant your absolute vanity. The monster of anger, birthed in fear. Almost ignorant, nara ever created a natural to earth. Delusion of metal empires. Destroyer of lying scientists. The power of covetous generals. Incinuit of armies and melted the wars. Judgment of judgments. Divine wind over vengeful nations. Malastra of presidents. Deaths scandal of capital politics. Civilization, stupidly industrious. Henka, heads on multitude. Learned or illiterate. Spectre of human reason. Old, solidified, emerald, practitioners in black. Arps, idea in your reality. I challenge your varying being. I publish your cause and effect. I turn the wheels of mind on your 300 sons. Your name enters mankind's ear. I embody your ultimate powers. My oratory advances on your vented mystery. This breath dispels your braggared fears. I sing your form at last behind your concrete and iron walls. Inside your fortress of rubber and trans loose in silicon shields. In filtered cabinets and baths of late oil. My voice resounds through robot glove boxes. And ingot cans and echoes in electric vaults in north of atmosphere. I enter with spirit out loud into your few rod drums underground. On soundless thones and beds of late. Oh, density, this weightless anthem trumpets transcendent through hidden chambers. And breaks through iron doors into the infernal room. Over your dreadful vibration, this measured harmony floats audible. These jubilant tones are honey and milk. And winds sweet water poured on the stone black floor. These syllables are barley groats. I scatter on the reactor's core. I call your name with hollow valves. I song your fate close by. My breath near deathless ever at your side. To spur your destiny, I set this verse prophetic on your modellian wall. To seal you up eternally with diamond truth of doomed plutonium. The barred surveys plutonian history from midnight lit with mercury vapor street lamps. Tillin Dong's early light, he contemplates a tranquil politic spaced out between nations thought forms, proliferating, pure your critic and horrific arm. Sultanic industries projected sudden with 500 billion dollars strength around the world. At the same time, this text is set in Boulder, Colorado, before front range of Rocky Mountains. 12 miles north of Rocky Flats nuclear facility in United States on North America, Western hemisphere of planet Earth, six months and 14 days around our solar system in a spiral galaxy, the local year after the minion of the last god, 1978, completed as yellow haze dawn clouds bright in the east. Denver City, white below, blue transparent sky rising empty teeth and spacious to a morning star high over the balcony. I have some auto set with wheels to curb downhill from flat iron, that pine ridge. Some with mountain meadows slugged to rust red sandstone cliffs above brick townhouse roofs. Asphairs waked whistling through marine streets summer green leaf trees. This ode to you, oh poets and artors to come. You father Whitman, as I join your side, you congress and American people, you present meditators, spiritual friends and teachers, you, oh master of the diamond arts. Take this wheel of syllables in hand, these vowels and consonants to breaths and take this inhalation of black poison to your heart. Breathe out this blessing from your breast on our creation, forests, cities, oceans, deserts, rocky flats and mountains in the ten directions, passify with this exhalation and rich this plutonian ode to explode its empty thunder through earthen thought worlds. Magnetize this hall with heartless compassion, destroy this mountain of plutonium with ordinary mind and body speech. Thus empower this mind, God, spirit, God out, God out, God beyond, God beyond me, wake space, so, ah. you