In a dream, two lovers’ thighs scythe
around each others’ centers.
Spring again!

            A scientist grafts eyes
            onto the tails of blind tadpoles.
            It works. The proof


is the tadpoles can now follow
rotating optical patterns. Nervous systems
rebooted, they swim


            into the fluorescent light.
            Once the laboratories begin hatching
            bombs, the pond scum and lilies,


their slick, hairlike roots,
are left naked in buckets. The room
of the world shakes. If you see me


            from there, there
            where I have lost you, here
            is a picture of my body, bright with data.