Duality veins, emerge upon breaking
Yet sightless.
Outwards, everywhere, otherwise unblinking.
Her figure split without intent;
"Heaven's Bent" she said,
And without hesitation
Undid their bonds.
Senseless mares open their eyes,
But Eleanor opened her heart.
Miles from any labryinth
A teardrop,
somewhere between up and down.
Or maybe both
A perfect balance of before and after
Hanging in vivid vices
A venue of feathers, keeping her aloft
Red fabric around her eyes
through other means she sees
And that was that. Love,
however she needed.