Shapes, Sizes, Hues

A bird cage ajars into a labyrinth
o’ this-‘r-thats. On, he travels

east/west/northward? Wheels swerve
from indecisiveness(…). Legs
leg t’ward a bread/juice/soap(?) isle–
‘n eyes scan values o’ three twenty
nine/two ninety nine/three sixty six?
While the throat hums, eyes scan
ounces o’ fourteen/twelve/fourteen,
‘n trademarks, logos, spoofs, (…).

His submission is a metastasis
o’ is-nots ‘r could-bes. Back ‘n fro
he gyres, defunct, in a purgatory.

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