Particle accelerator buried deep in the earth
A cavern tunneled in a circle
Beneath buffalo and prairies
Metal machines measuring cooling electric magnetic heat
Flinging you around and around
Whipping you around again and again
Pulling you apart
Pain stripping you from yourself
Paring you down
To a sliver so small
No one knew you could be so small
Too small for hollow
You are a ghost of yourself
Your heart beats
Still
Then suddenly they grasp you —
Torn tiny soul
And fling you in a straight line through the earth
No time to shiver
Blue green brown earth space
Dropping the unseeable you
Into a vat to accept
Your hot energy
Lyric Ozburn, Blanchardville