Covering the eyes is a family tradition. For example, if the person looks at my left and I can only look back with my right. Reading is sometimes a struggle with these worms crisscrossing without rhyme or reason. Interior sight is peripheral, is not fixed on any one thing, it is the gaze from deep within the eye. The distant gaze is placed far from the eye, it has a definite objective, it is specific.
Ocular organs obscure ordinary occurrences organizing horrors, humors, fervors.
He looks at me up close. The green takes up most of the eye, and the color is as intense as it is spellbinding. A seductive serenity floats within the eyes, a controlled eroticism. A captivating stare, Danielle Steele might say. Ambiguous stares distract the focal point, creating a game of coming and going which unsettles speech.