Not a study so much as an
or a periscope detect
through the planet's omphales:
Ya-hoo, anyone there?
Googling it up are walls as sleek as a shell.
I'm poeming my way out on a spiral of wind,
Two hundreds feet down lays the lake,
Frozen Cyclopean blue;
A mirror glimmers outside the window.
An artificial pond is in the view,
Do you agree that thoughts formulate
to fit the given category?
Boxes inside boxes,
Victoria, lets loose your long smooth hair.