Over the bald dynasties, earth by earth, hand by hand,
their repressed vision vanishes at an uncritical, judicious
provoking the myopic air to reach devoutness at such sincere weight

Within reach and unbeknownst to them, they caress and orbit the friendliest
ecosystems: grottos, fissures, hollows, caves in the clearing, coastlines

While bewitching a belly
they hallucinate the sea and plateaus, mountain ridges & unimpressive waterfalls
un-isolated desert and scar-like valleys

With thirty piano-like fingers not out of tune, their unlonesome
contraption is a child within a child
And, the voice inside hasn’t been unkind

Could they feel the timely graphic of their silence?
Could they measure the diagram of their pet animal: the polar bear?
Its macerated gore being laid, stretched, glued, and extended?

Caked in rivers and the Amazons, their shadows and fingers
rode a cart of longitudes and latitudes
waving empty villages like tickertapes of invisibility across a sunless earth
as if plasters are victims of photography and
not preys of their unwinding