"The Bi-Leveled Deceit"

This is of two levels,
That, on which land-bound fish tread,
And the other on which truth seeking eagles
Soar.
Small harbingers of reason should be
Severed with scythes made of the
Gazing eye.
The beadwork falls from the fingertip
To create a matrix of necessity.
A manicured trap designed to plug you in.
What coldness I feel,
What unalterable desolation in the name
Of truth.