"Eyes are the windows to the soul, or so they say. Some might say it's a weak point, ironically, a blind spot, the eyes. Spherical openings, gaping, peering, revealing the deepest part of yourself. They say how soft, how vulnerable, how wide they are. But the eyes that look after me are piercing, formidable, domineering. My genesis’s eyes are cold and lifeless, yet ablaze and ferocious. The eyes show the soul can be molded into tar, and grated down to tatter. The origin of my eyes are loathsome and scrutinizing, and I wonder if my eyes are hateful too." Barco, bearing an incarnation












