EYES

To suffice, the unregistered applicants of disinhibited volitions, those which have accustomed me, to thoughts of immaculate evil, I must return, to the primary acquisition of my dysfunction. I know of horrid things, rich and surplus, desultory and prolific, manifold and perpetual, and yet in seeming all is invisible, to any penalty of designation. It has been hours of quiet promenade, in the dark of the night, and the whispers of profanity, have rendered my soul akilter. Not many have said, that they can see, without domestic confinement, the rudimentary anatomy of all living things. I mean to say, my friend, that my eyes, can perceive the pristine habits of images, before given external appeal, one look at a human and all that glistens, in the form of skeletons and organs lays bare, before my very eyes. Blessed are those, of an insightful extroversion of lense, those that see the toiling of maggots in the soils, and the channels of nature's vessels, from mere glance. Those that see, the creation of God as it was, illustrated to obscure science. Do you believe me, when I say, I can see the demarcations of your cartilage, upon each organ, and the tender quiver of your brain, in the mere intercourse of the naked eye. It is upon the nocturnal hour that these images, like some vivid phantasmagoria of contrast, become more lucid, more cruel to the conscious. The pulse of the heart, the engorgement of the vessels, all in the name of nature, and the prominence of art. It has been a fortnight since this metaphysic sortilege of the senses crept upon me, like an arachnid upon a desolate gravestone. Tonight I shall meet a woman of mutual interest, but I do not know how I shall tell her, that I have become nature's most blessed, and ultimately most cursed. I shall see all there is to her, and I will not find love in such a spectrum of sentient intelligence. Alas, she is here, but what is this? She is only a pitch form, with no adequate arrangement to her fabric, like an amorphous shadow and yet she speaks, as of a human. I can here her, as we visit, a particular precinct in the town, and her form becomes more bohemoth, more conversant with the night's darkness. She imparts herself, in the walls and all the globe and at length, when all has been rendered dark, I see in this sphere, many eyes of marvelous portion gazing upon me.