Visualization

There is a balance of a swift
By some discrete drive of balances,
Flicking pencil line metrically
Past the air of his wings spread,

Charcoal marks out his reach
Behind escape of silence
The pinnacle of the golden needle
Flattered by the swift departure

Uneasy flight that takes miles
Beneath division, without balance
Off that statue without faction
Line marks of an artist's visualization.