I SEE A SEA OF EYES

We say our eyes see, but they do not, for
they only see things, their crust and fascinating inexactitude, nothing
else; but there are other eyes, eyes that see other things,
dissimilar, but things nonetheless, and other eyes that see that
which is around, within, filling up, constricting, subduing and raising
things; still others, that also see them, these things, but beyond too,
other realities, colours, sensations, paths, byways of the regard; and,
finally, other eyes, altogether different, that see, really see:
beyond seeing the thing, they are the thing, they are united to it,
they rule it and are ruled by it. From a mountain peak to the other,
there's no need to go down the one and climb up the other;
for these eyes cast filaments of immediacy and awakefulness.
These are truly eyes.