You may look. Do not stare. If you dare fix eyes on desk or chair, on anything for long, if you dare, your sight will disappear in its mere fire, retina burned beyond all light by something so much there. Boys blind, lids down to cover stones, sit in the chairs that took their eyes, say nothing, hold in their black brains the image of those chairs, say nothing, days by hours gone, nothing, hold that frame of fire, those cells recycling everything they finally saw, silence their last end, our noise our ignorance, our sight, our sin.