flown in space, 3

pieze piazza on the titan’s palm,

as vigor grey stones crack as orchards grow,

beneath untold lies a red robe

placed out by the jester as he kneels below

the curious eye targets its retina in sky,

as truth is only told among the purple frame

as dunes change shade for its plates to blockade

parabolas, for her hairline to signal a storm

as her hair follicles seem to form waves of an ocean

until the curious eye spots again,

this time, a greedy grin for its humble prey to cleanse its sins

yet the minutemen, in crimson silks and sapphire flocks,

clinch the parade to celebrate succession

yet sunfire vests don’t seem to rest until it suppresses with foam

until the curious eye is trapped behind ruby film

in the dumpster under the passway,

only access by concrete elevators that quiver but qualify