A friend lost his eyes once. He was washing them, prosthetic plastic eyeballs and he dropped them and they rolled away–two eyes moving in different directions. And my friend was frozen in place for he was in a nameless moment, one for which there are no intonations or gestures. The eyes were rolling like an infinite number of mistakes. He could hear them, oblong, blue, stuffed with algebra.
Planet of the Blind 
Holy wow.
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