In the eye of a
hurricane, there’s an eye of a needle. In the eye of a needle, there’s an eye
of an eye. The island people call this eye a third eye and take their own eyes
out whenever it goes seeing. For what it sees is visible to no one.
There was a visitor who
called himself an optical magician, prescribing telescopes to those he
diagnosed as near-sighted, and microscopes to those he saw as far-sighted. But
the island folk, as far as he could see, were neither.
He plucked his own eyes
out in a pique of speculation but it left him only sightless. The island people divined no notion why he’d make a scene like that. And so they led him in
a starry-eyed procession to a long reflective beach and cast him out to sea.
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