a volley into some feline eyes: you can
disperse mystery with a single stone's throw.
You can run into the street with a whizz,
if you have lived off an illusion

of her beauty for too long now. With a swing
of your arm the sticky allure falls into 
the briny gutter as if sheared by a scythe.

You can adorn your own end with a stone
and just like a stone hit the bottom;
and reclaim your hands.