The Fly
The fly, which draws invisibly, cuts left,
then left, then left, then fails to complete
the pattern only it can see, an imperfect iteration
of the ideal, a shape which, for it,
may be nothing more than broken strings
of chemical fire, unevenly lit
along the nerve strands of its wings.
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