The eye is not a window.
It is a projector.
Light enters as a guest but leaves dressed in the fabric of the host.
The ink on the page remains a silent puddle.
Until the spirit spills over the rim of the skull.
To find a monster where a child finds a kite.
The world is a mirror that refuses to reflect anything.
Except the secret shape of the watcher.
Vision is a confession.
To look is to leak.
Every observation is a self portrait drawn in the ink of an external world.
The brain is a sieve that only catches.
What it already contains.
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