I lowered a box on the machinery of the city. It chewed its way out. I threw a shawl over a reflection of the sun. It burnt it to a crisp. I placed a frame around the moon and it sailed blithely past its borders. I wound chains round my strangest desire and it wore them like ribbons. I locked dissonance in a cage like a animal and it bent the bars and escaped into the wilds. I shoved Kafka, handcuffed, into a patrol car and he never stopped laughing all through his trial. Appeared in The Freeman