Arise, arise, bright arrays of fMRIs!
Observe nomadic flareups shine & scatter:
glucose convoys speed toward battle-cries,
front-lines locked in stalemate. No matter
how fast the quartermaster resupplies
sulci spent on schoolmen’s endless chatter,
doubts throttle every tentative surmise:
June-bugs on careening windshields spatter.
Blow out the candles. A residue remains:
prosciutto spread on a sandwich slide
colored map-like by a fine variety of stains,
inedible of course, yet able to be classified–
a rainbow cast on stucco by a sunlit prism.
Wavelengths spell impending cataclysm.