Eye has seen this before, Clever’s head thinks. Eye see my Self. Skin and Tooth and Ear and Nostril … matter & grossness … left hand & right hand …
Clever’s right hand hollows and coils round about the cold clear ball of
roving eye … sleepless eye … sentinel eye …
Left hand removes, from within her pocket, the empty walnut.
Clever: Kind sister, what is eye looking for?
green: … incoming wave! … this one’s a serious force-carrier! …
Even at the still-most point of the Wheel’s hub, there happen random hits and collisions.
blue: … a packet, dears, a packet of multiplicities…
RED: … naught but an elementary particle …
green: … leap the wave, little sister! …