Change you lens,
eagle eye, who of the eye
inside the solitary plight
discerns our pentad vision: overripe
with images, carved like woodcuts
Hardened avocado, the golden eagle
I thwarted over; her genitalia a filamentous membrane
the love lattice of a network
preventing I, the mind’s eye, from seeing how it is.
Inflicted with diplopia, I see two suffering men.
Tri-ped Eli tripped up with her
straw-like legs, foot heads
on pointe; the golden gonad rolling in between
like a third eye of movement, fastened by your chastising
hand.
Alongside wings
are clouds, clouds of nets
canonized by cherries, a cannonball for a heart;
the solitary eagle eye, and her pterodactyl mouth
squawk in feathery angst.
You want to fly?
Over a green screen: insert any reality you choose
only please pay homage to the beaten soles, the heads on feet
lured into waiting.
Hardened fruit ripens long before it rots.
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