Constantly doubled, floating eye, sees a lot, sees things as they are, pretty much, sees through itself, sees all around; ungainly physical presence, bag of meat, mass of desires, feelings, whatever- turbulent, rustling- sometimes it gets to be too much and the eye spins around, things lose form and substance, dizzy, nauseated. Afterwards, the eye sees new things it didn't notice before, just how beautiful you are, for instance.

Yes, I've been hitting the Old Krupnik, little songs in my head, thoughts of a doe in the moonlight.