Do eagles dream of it in slow motion
The figure eight loop than pens the whole valley
A slight turn that is kilometres.
Eyes scan in layers of contours, in grids
Of stealth, shadows mark points of one uplift
Larger than some cities.
Or is the reference of now and is and was
To be, so fast that the binaries buffet over
Aerodynamics only they understand
Where the ruffles of feathers are quills,
Seeking the point in between.
Is the hover the breakthrough thought
An epiphianic surge of warmth that spreads
In wings brushing canticles or breaking open spines
Of rabbit thoughts, skittering to warrens
Treasured with sky litter
To reveal the unicorns graveyard.