glimpsing them through the mask.
It’s said you can tell a lot from the eyes.
You can if you have to.
If that’s the full display, all but for the stringy hair and knobby forearms —
when it’s the full picture — searching soul-windows becomes a superpower.
But the masked men clocked in on smuggler runs — hauling cataclysmic utopian brainstorm.
People loved it until they hated it.
Then the tunnel junkies were cut loose,
their magnetism depleted.