The metaphor: by Emily Dickinson, Fr741.
Its point of view is behind thick, scream-deadening glass, and the glass is nineteenth-century windowpane, wavy and bubbly. If it were optical glass, you would see, instead,
or, with a click of a rotating turret
Then full stop. Observe the yellow eye afterward, too, if you choose, but your only humbly honest recourse is probably not to dare to think about it.
The state posted May 5, 2017: