I uncoupled the two eye-beams

and sent them in search of what

I did not know. This proved to be

where people have their lunch,

corners with not a lot,

and rafter bats.

PIN codes were not my concern,

nor were people in

various states of undress.

I’d liked to have seen, however,

the insides of the latter,

or rather,

the insides of their insides.

But alas! My beams are bogus beams

whose insights couldn’t be flatter.