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The
world
,
like
a
great
iris
of
an
even
more
gigantic
eye
,
which
has
also
just
opened
and
stretched
out
to
encompass
everything
,
stared
back
at
him
.
And
he
knew
what
it
was
that
had
leaped
upon
him
to
stay
and
would
not
run
away
now
.
I
’
m
alive
,
he
thought
.
His
fingers
trembled
,
bright
with
blood
,
like
the
bits
of
a
strange
flag
now
found
and
before
unseen
,
and
him
wondering
what
country
and
what
allegiance
he
owed
to
it
.
Holding
Tom
,
but
not
knowing
him
there
,
he
touched
his
free
hand
to
that
blood
as
if
it
could
be
peeled
away
,
held
up
,
turned
over
.
Then
he
let
go
of
Tom
and
lay
on
his
back
with
his
hand
up
in
the
sky
and
he
was
a
head
from
which
his
eyes
peered
like
sentinels
through
the
portcullis
of
a
strange
castle
out
along
a
bridge
,
his
arm
,
to
those
fingers
where
the
bright
pennant
of
blood
quivered
in
the
light
.
"
You
all
right
,
Doug
?
"
asked
Tom
.
His
voice
was
at
the
bottom
of
a
green
moss
well
somewhere
underwater
,
secret
,
removed
.
The
grass
whispered
under
his
body
.
He
put
his
arm
down
,
feeling
the
sheath
of
fuzz
on
it
,
and
,
far
away
,
below
,
his
toes
creaking
in
his
shoes
.
The
wind
sighed
over
his
shelled
ears
.
The
world
slipped
bright
over
the
glassy
round
of
his
eyeballs
like
images
sparked
in
a
crystal
sphere
.
Flowers
were
sun
and
fiery
spots
of
sky
strewn
through
the
woodland
.
Birds
flickered
like
skipped
stones
across
the
vast
inverted
pond
of
heaven
.
His
breath
raked
over
his
teeth
,
going
in
ice
,
coming
out
fire
.
Insects
shocked
the
air
with
electric
clearness
.
Ten
thousand
individual
hairs
grew
a
millionth
of
an
inch
on
his
head
.
He
heard
the
twin
hearts
beating
in
each
ear
,
the
third
heart
beating
in
his
throat
,
the
two
hearts
throbbing
his
wrists
,
the
real
heart
pounding
his
chest
.
The
million
pores
on
his
body
opened
.
I
’
m
really
alive
!
he
thought
.
I
never
knew
it
before
,
or
if
I
did
I
don
’
t
remember
!
He
yelled
it
loud
but
silent
,
a
dozen
times
!
Think
of
it
,
think
of
it
!
Twelve
years
old
and
only
now
!
Now
discovering
this
rare
timepiece
,
this
clock
gold
-
bright
and
guaranteed
to
run
threescore
and
ten
,
left
under
a
tree
and
found
while
wrestling
.
"
Doug
,
you
okay
?
"
