You took your sight from an eyeless man. Words told by forgotten prophets spiral from pupils pulsing with the poems of those who lock themselves away. Dimming lights bring the new spectacle, the ants who chant in a liquid chorus pasted on the walls, whose (KING) or (DUKE) or (HEAD) magistrate orchestrates their tumbling crawl. And now, in the arms of one who has seen these for themselves, do you find that the (HEAD) yet wanders? The boxes checked and questions answered, is there nothing left for the restless (HEAD)? Laugh at your own misfortune  and let the things become their own selves. Back again the one in whom you found your missing eyes. The one not put off by words of (HER) own making. Now this is really something you say to yourself and fight back against the NEMESIS (HEAD)