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Eyepiece
Two needles knitting and not an eye between them.
Click click, the path turns in upon itself,
a field of knots.
This is the sound an eyetooth makes
before it breaks.
Bodies aren’t as finished as we think.
A third eye can open anywhere.
Certain navels allure
with a permanent wink.
There’s hardly a part of the body
that can’t learn vision, clock stopped
at the center of a hurricane,
all-seeing shape that plays for keeps.
It shines.
It weeps.