You gave me all the keys to the mystery. And I didn't know about your mind. Breastfed. It will be transgressed. As time turns. Your suckers. A million eyes hatching in the nests. Brief eyes that bear. They will see. That is enough for the skin to see: no eyes, blind cover. Enough life divulges the light that extends through the extensive skin. In consistency of bones it is metabolized.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.