He had only one eye. In the other socket was a belly button. . . .
Oh, but not to worry, in his umbilical depression was his other eye
fully equipped with eyelid and lashes. It even had tears for sad
stories and onions.
But because his belly button, I mean his umbilical eye, was
nearsighted, it wore a monocle ground for distant viewing.
He would stand naked at a
window at night letting his belly button, I mean, his umbilical eye,
view the moon as it flowed through the monocle into his belly
button, I mean, his umbilical eye. . . .