An empty shoe.
Flies buzzing in a holding pattern over SFO.
To see a thing for what it is requires a lack of purpose.
Sated in all banal pursuits the glutton`s eye opens.
A fly bounces off the window pane until an opening just happens to be there.
We are a fruit fly experiment in an insane sophomores biology class.
Fly’s eyes require no inflection.
Friendless it doesn’t need to realize it is alone.
The glutton`s eye shuts.