Poetry month, A little playful translation

I'd love to see more interpretations of this odd little poem by David Rosenmann-Taub. It's from Cortejo y Epinicio, 1949.



Jerarquía

Ganglios
- líneas -
y puños.
¿Qué más?
Los panoramas.
¿Éstos?





Hierarchy (two ways)

Ganglions
- lines -
and fists.
What else?
Panoramas.
These?



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Neural nets
- powerlines -
and grabbing.
What else?
Seeing everything.
This, too?