Blind Huber
An eye considers an eye, one divides
the other, above & beneath
the device. Microscopic, many
eyes, a globe staring in ten thousand
latitudes, sphere bedizened with
sight. The bee does not see
what we see, their spectrum is beyond us—
Proof? Place any blossom under
an ultraviolet lamp—each petal is
tattooed, landing stripes aiming to the stamen of
each. They guide &
call. They want the bees inside them.
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