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Behind Blind Eyes the Mute Mouth Mutters

"They see." So I'm told, As if I'm to know what that means. Just another thing said, Without need for all the head. "See?" The preponderence of "sight" slipped into mine, And slithered back out from between my teeth. I'd assumed too much: pondering precedes neither the sights nor sight. Into us they go -- the sights -- whether we pondered the light. What procedes such un-prepondered precedings: Productions of sights predicted in seeings? "Say what you mean." I wouldn't dare it before a three headed dog. "They are holes for the light, and holes don't do verbs." "They don't see, then, you see." This is worse.

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