Eye
tracks the prints across available surfaces. It pads its way from appearances
to appointments, from appealing to appalling signs. Eye is hunter and explorer and
admirer stepping around its own backyard of electronic delights. Eye will tread
appreciatively, but all too quickly shift to a march. Apparently there is
another world than this, but not while the eye leapfrogs the appropriate lily
pads, raising swells and seeming to shift the climate on the apposite side of
the world. The apple apparitions close down. Eye adjusts to non-apparatus existence
again. If eyelids cannot close at night for excitement, eye-pads help.
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