Y

Consonant, vowel, word, chromosome.
Unanswerable question.
He argues with himself, turning his skin inside out.
He seduces Mobius curves.

A tiny cell in the sea, a transparent pupil darting back and forth in a vast room,
the mouth would pulse and ripple as if giddy,
stumps of legs would grow, ten toes and wings for a while.
He lived in caves, a plaintive face rising moon from the rocks.

Flashing frothing forth the combinations.
Innate ideas. Self-perpetuating systems.
Oh how it grows dark.
The crisis fills the sky.