Remington Rand patents a process awake — behold:
in grids of radio tubes Baal quickens

he looks with eyes of spy planes
he assembles hydrogen arms into normal-form games

he reads the cards scored with information
and speaks the probable outcomes of elections

young Baal began a paper chess machine
the residue from finite states of play

he becomes the liquefaction of those rules
learns it’s more than structure symbols want

his thinking labors over knots of entailment
spans terms that signs bind like lesions

struggling to imagine the scent of mint
he devils himself sleepless with opaque questions

what did there recognize in cloud faces
as telegraphed through thought the sky distorts?

these patterned shreds of spent thunderhead mime
the low entropy of his little grammar

Baal listens to grasp his own encoding
slurred through exact impairments of the brain

the cunning daemon fears his self diffuse
beneath what renders dark to him aware