Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny 
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —  
 
dark and unknown predicates  
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.   
 
Not running, walking rapidly, I cross  
the hall where the heat transfers ....   
 
open, moving, waiting, transferring  
but hardly tempted.   
 
A rational effect? You and I can’t attempt more,  
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.