Desultor

“Marvel 12″

The master of the fourth neutronic stage,
A man to whom the hyperbolic curve,
Cat’s-cradled, twined across his mighty gage
Of battle (not thrown down but out to serve
His natural-philosophical design,
A plan hatched by this omnipollent man)
Is but a bauble, in his lab confine
Marvelium has made, and like Rodin
(Though pausing first, no doubt, discovery’s
Delight suffusing him, to speak — “Eurek-
A!”, sure, his word) said stuff does sculpt and tease
Into a cage, and that in no wise weak.
But though Marvelium be marvelous
Can it Sivana’s wispy form entruss?

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