, , ,

The lid opens and a

sneaky spider comes out of it.

The big baby that opened

the container starts crying,

but he’s such a baby because the spider

didn’t even eat him.

He falls backwards, and wails

while watching the roofs.  The

colours are shifting, performing

anemologic liturgy, merging the

faces of the icons into other

modes, pearing

into the history of children and

their esoteric war with nature.