Rote iron should have
you know--bilocation is left
back.
There's something weird, out
& about.
Already there.
Knowledge always wants to
graduate.
How did that singular It, know
that?
To...
have at unscathed fearlessness.
As fundamental as poetry.
Staring at a wall the perfect
height,
so an unblinking hole can fester.
Made the same way a bird is.
If it ever flew.
Air pulled toward an underside.
Fully able to fly what's there.