balance stitched

blanket wise into arteries

down through veins

how

it pains me this evenness

even

as it moves me to gloat

eyes slide

left side dance

my travel in a

teardrop

vessels dock deep

and ducts carry

i crawl

into the space of fire and triangles

aimed at bait that i chew willingly

openly hungry tongue

dry

and teeth whitest

the

bite at bait belongs in the eye of the needle

as the camel passes through

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the third eye intrigues me as much as does the statue of liberty