The mestizo organism is hallucinated.
In some of the specimen's iterations in any of the points of the interval. In the intersection between the biological and the artificial.
The fossil, its image, its latency. What's left after what's left.
Its overcoat of flesh turns from brown to green and then colorless in the nocturnal light, falls off in globs. It curls round the naked bones.
The whole the universe is a locus of perpetual catastrophe.