And for Cyclops it’s back to surgery war, with a rip and a toot and a suity soot soot. It’s time to get a new face disease, to clear him with ease, to make twos to threes. It’s time to get new plastic identity, but not to be a tree or a flea or a sea. It’s time to go to the Cyclops war show, and to feel the knife that could make him his own wife.
The surgeons of surgery war have a way of reading minds. They cut to the skull and from then on it’s all magazines. The glossy pictures and the drop caps even if you only have time to read the block quotes. That’s how they get their deepest sleepest info, that’s how they know where to cut and slice and dice and redirect.
When you are off at surgery war and have to get back home again, and it is so easy to make it if you are a shoe. If you are a shoe you have a long walk made. If you are a shoe, you can go up and down a grade.
If you are a shoe, you make footsteps by the mile. If you are a shoe, you have a tongue without a smile
And this was the case for Cyclops, for surgery war turned him into a shoe. And his sides were smooth, and his laces were tied.
And her eyes were turned to eyelets and his smiles were turned to laces. She emerged as shoes for walking and his soul was turned to sole.
He didn’t have a face, but he had a face. She didn’t have a whole, but you put your foot into his hole. He didn’t need to fret, for she had an instep. She would not need to kneel for he’ll always have a heel.
He or a she was a was a was a shoe. A shoe is never blue unless that is in fact its color.
And a shoe can walk the surgery war road home, and that is the walk that inside the Cyclops shoe walk, and he made the walk without a talk, she made the trip and gave no lip.
If you are a shoe and you are Cyclops, you will eventually find your way home back to Star Town, which is now, once again and again, Pome Town.
And the people there have fear and hear but then all is clear, for if you have feet it is neat but you still need to put them into something when you go a-walking.
Reading writing rillions, see the shoe that’s shared by millions, see, at least its shared by dozens, for that is how many there are town uns. It can be walked in place by old ones, and by young ones, and by tall ones and by rude ones. It can be walked to play by small ones if you stuff it with some towel uns.
And Cyclops can serve his town with a shoe, he can be a shoe, so you know who’s who. And Bessie can walk in him and Soom too, and Michael the Unwise and Crazy the Nick, and Lessess and Rack and the whole damn crew can try out the shoe and they, they’ll know who, it’s Cyclops the shoe.
And as they walk, they can talk and they can share the talk of walk, and they can chatter about the water or what the trip is like with a Cyclops on their foot. And they can share the outsider air and they can feel it in their hair and if they dare and if they care they can right the world with share.
And Scrunchyface can just dare his eyes with the TV set skies as he thinks on his philosophy from that object to this one. And, in some time, he does develop a new philosophy. “The best of all possible me,” says he for Philosophy, “is sitting here watching TV.”
And Dingy Bahsome? Well, even she settled down with a single show on a single channel, and you can catch her there at the proper time, and her new show is called, “How Many Eyes Does It Take to See Me?”
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