The dog has shrunk between the brake and clutch.
His shaking shakes a two-ton truck. From a God
So furious, he cannot hide his hide. Outside,
In the world at large, black hours are being
Pearled and shafted. A tree stands out
Spectacularly branched; the mind’s eye
Grows alert. This thing can hurt.
It had us once, it’s having volts
Of big idea again-about
Thirteen a minute. Do we need
To know more? Are we sure?
Just wait-a brain this insecure
May need another bolt be driven in it.