Vortices of backwash cycles at the bitumen face of a jetting jetty.
At least this expansive teacher  and their partner’s eyes were deep well repositories of the most majesticated sonic and visual scene capture.
It’s not the only colourful concoction, confetti found in this massive magenta sky peeper of a man who is now sharing his gigantic eye content and contact with his gazing in awe gleaming grade A apex aspirants in their ebullient teens.

Emerson and Evangeline didn’t even have to traipse around the world on on cruises that exuded the exotic extravagance to hone that whale gray yet scintillating orchard colour rotating eyes in sockets that one could gawk into and discover everything from illustrious caves and their ancient discreet dark walk pendants  to play grounds were budding bright mind cerebrals can play ability related games.
“Where did our preoccupation  with atlases spring from or indeed winter sumner autumn as equal sources?”
Emerson and evangeline often stood communicating whilst they observed each other for aeons, vast  tracts of passage.
It almost seemed the way they behaved that they were authors of their own design if not the marionette of a similar minded novelist.
“I keep fixing this ardent stare into the welkin.”
The same applies to you  Evangeline.
Did we both leap out of something or ejected out of something?”
Evangeline wondered?
“BA…..LOON-EY”
But maybe.”
Emerson jumpily responded.

They both were extremely inventive.
Their “pupils”  in this elite school founded by them often saw these surreal sidekicks gaping   into the sky at geometry shattering angles whilst they and the other “PUPILS”  slyly skimmed  certain books.
Swoon and sway lovers they may be but this incorrigible metamorphic saucer-eyed interaction with each other and the triggering of mellifluous shade chapters was transcendental.
Their eyeballs a miraculous  colour burst lense.
At some blurred indistinct point  they encountered  each other near a jagged edge malachite slab swirl chip stone  pavement pool as
“legend of some kind would have it.”

Emerson and Evangeline  had an unerring sense of poised physical balance and weren’t prone to ill-advised foolhardiness.
Initially their “MAKERS” would fret but they eventually made their piece with the concept of the brainy pupil peepers.
Mr and Mrs pupil peeper would always see “EYE” to “EYE” even when they normally mightn’t.
ATLAS’S of every conceivable kind had this multiple hypnotiser effect.
“But I  do  feel as if we are puppets?
Don’t you Emerson?”
Evangeline pressing a point.
Emerson seemed puzzled and responded by the usual optical  ballet.
“Gosh I wonder what would happen if we knew our true origin.
Get this shivery shimmery wash of petrichor deluge.
As if we were in some convoluted plot in a spooky drama.”
Obfuscating comment as these apparently young characters in their thirties wavering  on the edge of cliff hanger far-seeing endeavours.
“And how atlases and charts, maps, would appear to those with blighted less than 20/20 vision!”
Evangeline in passing.
“Atlases and maps would THEN HAVE SEwEN BETTER DAZE!”
Emerson blinked and winked as if he was cognisant of something that both SHOULD HAVE BEEN SEEN COMING.
Thoughts were outpluming each other though these cerebral thoughts are backseated by
EYE-NSIGHTFUL
INSIGHTFUL VISUALS.
Are we they both really
EYENSTEINS EINSTEINS?
As a pair  sometimes they heard the faint sound of bells being tossed tardily in the air as though they were being mischievously dispensed from something.
“IS A BELL RINGER  or something sounding in my ear or am I hallucinating?
I SUCK ~ something like …..ID.
and why am I scrutinising the hovering  skyline again.”
Evangeline in her circuitous way.
“On reflection. “
A phenomenal trance and trail engulfed them something that they both seemed blindly and blithely unaware of.
They opened a school for children with golden gifted eyesight and of course the intuitive high IQ which one might presume though one should be loath to presume anything that goes with insight that is gratuitously considered to be of a higher Himalayan caliber.
Yet it had the semblance of a ghost moulded institute.
These children often had adults beside who mightn’t epitomise perception.
This class seemed AKIN to  an audience.
Children …. akin a drole play on words both the
“PEEPERS” had a dry wit.
“Get the feeling and of late divination  that we are a consequence of something.”
Evangeline mysteriously.

Their chronicles, more exactly heart-stopping  ventures together were extraordinarily hard to surpass.
As their bodies juddered and jived to the contortions of their eyes dips, ducks, the chuckles as well as those cackles were a gleaming golden message to a universe based on a shadowy sign language emanating mainly from
the eye.
That apparition of an eye swirl involving presumed endowed teenagers.
This couple had an encounter with an  author but they continuously shied away from answering awkward questions about this person.

Haziness and obscurity seem peculiar traits to be associated with these teachers.
Outside the school they “founded” a life wrapped in shrouded mists  and the most sumptuous intrigue shed billows  of conversations as the couple assumed tones almost identical to the images rippling in their green leaf  eyes.
“Evangeline, what I’m seeing is the most heavenly halcyon halo of spuming tides that toss sky dream like pebbles in this narrow stream passage near nest eggs of apparition  like figures in an unearthly dawn where we first encountered each other.”
Emerson often queried how the continuing constellations of creative interactions that were so impressionistic were somehow maintained since they appeared to meet each other out of the blueest of blue skies.
“It’s almost as if we emerged from some tome.
You know, whose parchment was dripping with concepts.”
The couple dazzle and disperse that most unusual caper of capers.
Incendiary images of their inclinations crossing the broadest speculations almost as if actually as it transpires artistic opal onyx water colour paintings inside the pupil of their eyes.
Mesmerising  sound barrier and ponderous unwieldy conventions gravity defying extrude  from their eyes of these of those who mirror  ravenous consumers of the global.
Peepers as vitreous atlas and observation post  for things ocular.
“People of mediocre far-sightedness  must contemplate how we sustain this optical relationship that parallels a golden gallery of the vast expanse.”
Evangeline whilst distending her eyes to the clouds though simultaneously probing Emerson.
“Did we come from an astronomical genesis?”
A forest fruit of murkiness  dogging  our each and every step.
Atlases are just an enticing invitation to indulge that urge to wander.
Globes, plans, charts have that twinlike captivation.”
Pursuits, skylarking, inexplicable coincidences, insouciant occurrences materialised.
Installments  evaporate into some curious pea soup fog, and at each stage there was this retinal impertinence brewing but a sinister foreboding creep creeped up on this pair, incorrigibly difficult to figure out or to categorise.
As the recess of the socket continued to be a recess of a tumultuous yet uproarious visionary kind.
Panic stations…….
panic stations what’s this.
“Is there something wrong, Evangeline?
Heaven’s … you know that place we tilt our eyes  at in the firmament.
As a scapegoat..,
are you like me transitioning from
bright eyed to blurry eyed.
Emerson responding to Evangeline.
“This is some abominable game.
You have that frozen countenance.
All I see now are plain things.
No tumultuous vivid utopian  colour schemes.”
Emerson as disorientated and dysfunctional as Evangeline.
From a pallid nowhere  we now have pedestrian  sightings.
“How are we going to face our class of pupils whose eyes are still seeing nirvana type ..
What is this … line of adults and those super bright pupils?
“Their super sight diminishes too.
And we’re being harangued ….. asked for solutions”
Everyone was befuddled.
“There definitely is some shadowy manipulation.”

Meanwhile away upwards  in the empyrean which has been referred to in this piece so far even at a jaundiced juxtaposition.
Discarding any infantile suggestions of puerile escapism if the word puerile is apt.
Maybe PURE-ILE
Two disgruntled authors in a BA…..LOON …EY
talking inconsequential stuff.
In a balloon
They are ISOBELLE RINGER and ISAAC ID
Not I SUCK  as earlier written.
“Was it jealousy or vanity that made us withdraw a book because it wasn’t selling that well?
Perhaps we should have waited longer.”
Isabel opined.
“The characters Evangeline and Emerson were getting more attention than we did.
It was selling badly but movie directors and television producers, fans too emphasised those two characters as the one redeeming feature.
Isaac stated.
“We based these two characters on our obnoxious neighbours who had all sorts of illusions about their visions and visualisations.
And their fetish as geography teachers with atlases.
Though it was admitted by them later their eyesight wasn’t as sharp as before.
Until we changed locations it was our way of punishing them  but it backfired.”
Isobel with sadness.
“At one point in the story we forced them to LEAP from a BALLOON into goodness knows where.
But that only got them more attention from the entertainment world despite the books poor sales.
The awful neighbours were bigger than we were!
And might have generated whatever little success there was.”
Isaac  continued.
“There’s a jinx on this wretched thing.
A hoax a hoodoo voodoo.
This atlas based thing has BLOWN US OFF THE MAP.
Isaac raising his twang.
“We attempted to circumvent the entire saga by writing a play about those neighbours as they were teachers.
That is Emerson and Evangeline and making a public show or display of them.
You know this school, super brain class.
Pupils, parents as audiences,
The medley of super faculties in the eye
That were all
IN MY EYE!
But there was even less enthusiasm for that course.
It remained a midair suspension.
Isobel ringer sighed.
“We’ve great imaginations both of us
Isaac.
Now we can have a visual vacation in the firmament.
ATLAS-T
Sometimes the most novel ideas backfire.
WOE ATLAS - WOE ALAS