The poem below is read in three ways and if possible to be held in all three ways and completely in the mind at once.
The numbers correspond to the lines of the poems within and the poem is complete in itself as well.
With Starry Eyes We See These Permutive Straits
1 A brisk walk down the renewed and burgeoning streets of a new Detroit Renaissance.
2 The apartments just south of 8 mile tall, and yet desolate.
1 Mostly ordinary lives following forgotten plans, took me to work.
2 Struggling another day, I feel the indignant eyes upon me, they hate me for simply being.
1 The wide minded mad living on the fringe evoking the magic of the seeing for us all.
2 - 1 Me Machine they boxed me well from birth to death.
1 - 2 Our sacred breath gives us life to know that we can make ourselves in being and turn on the fierce light.