MR. BIG is on the job
(in the open corporation)
the little man is on hiatus
grooving in on the garden spot
solar greenhouses & little old ladies weaving & spinning
cutting from life's full fabric
the whole cloth of totality's costume
the little one's faces painted in the mask of the clown
the divine amnesiac has had his memory refreshed
sleeping alone in the room with the big echoes.