What follows occurs in a moment; a flash. It would detail a single tangibility if that did not entail all sensation. Stacy Doris charts the invisible, investigates the unborn, and describes everything not yet imagined. The tightly constructed verses of "Knot" weave imagery of decay and birth, science and culture: the warp and weft of cloth, digestion, wave particles, and a talking cat. Linguistic play abounds, and Doris presents us with a human double bind: to cling to the stability of the tangle or to participate in the circuits of entanglement.From "Under Fire, i.VII": "Each moment, fifteen pounds of air pin us by gravity. Then / anyone / Needs sixteen pounds of lightness to ever budge. Such compliance / Demands levitation, must generate excitement, which passion enact; / Thus dreams have all they can handle. From a stone, anchored, / is how / We rise, where faith is placed only in potential, miracle without / Dimension's measure so opening, unhinged at least, where each "they" / Is porous, in penetrability dunked and enriched.