housed in my cellar submarine oil-breathing pink-&-purple jellies balloon & deflate in freshly delivered fuel — oil mists, a spark flares red-tinged explosions at every grate — trapped in their dark fragrant vehicle the jellies fail to acknowledge human fate, all the better to genuflect & swan plie, arabesque, when jellies copulate tentacles entwine, male mouths spray females inhale, half-digested sperm swarm over eggs, replication ensues no wonder the room grows warm