nesting

nesting

at the distant perspective's point,
where the parallel lines meet,
a bird flying toward me twirls
in the curves of my vision,

i know it's the same atmosphere,
but it bends in ways i cannot,

growing closer, a man now on a bike
changes his shape in those straight lines

an error, the birdman,
twirling hs pedals feverishly

a real vision now more real,

superman flies me by.