Accuracy blithers
in fractal eddies,
an extreme mute-sharp turbulence
she swirls to twilight.

Static
on the clearest day
chaotic fits and starts of white noise
persona muffle.

The mind
a jellied entropy tangled switchboard
as random as the rain
that muddles a diligent portrait.

Don’t cut off
neuronal mutany,
Is your soul in there?
despite anarchic stutterings.

All those frail ties uncoiled,
her neural net disbands
,a cosmic steam.