eyes to the wall

look at that demons
skimming the surface with one eye good
and one eye walled up for good

I get you with a psuedo sort of a racket because
the tangles are magic and it takes long
for their arms to undamage them.

now you are here and I hook a monster
who moves a million mile an hour for
ever and ever and ever but never ever ever
moves.  Its the paradox
of he lost never did see or taste or touch
sturgeon or some pile of rocks

we could just presume away and all
but it ends at the dining room table.
the argument can not come hither forthright with any victim
but the stack of bones in the mouth