– section by section, it unfolds, the steel petals peel off
– the light within, the eye that watches, it edges closer, the time is slipping, the opening
– of steel you're not, but veneer, wood with iris see you, of mixed breed you are, vest we see less we be
– and alas, the plate fits, onto this steel eye, that will set forth, the opening to the world, of a moment present, it captures, but a moment of past it will exist
– pennies for the passage, all roads paved with good intentions needs a talisman. coins are the best holder/fixtures to hold the lense plate in place
