I can see you

in the glow

I reflect from the sun.

Little Red Man of Destiny,

you intimidate me

with your blind white gaze.

Even with my third eye

I cannot penetrate

your Intent.

 

Who’s he calling

on his greenish glowing phone?

Laugh, or

scream?

I’m in-between.

In this triptych

la Lune,

in three-quarter profile

is diminishing

to a glamorous crescent.

Her little third eye

is blinking closed.

Moondots eject

and trail over to latch

onto Red Man.

Red squiggles

ooze

from Little Blue Man’s third eye

and switchback up

to the sky.

Head tilted back,

Red Man, aka Little Red Man of Destiny,

sucks

those lofting red squiggles

into himself.

Cynthia is losing control

of the night

and her own emanations.

Little Blue Man is freaking out.

His doppelgänger is emerging from Red Man.

Little Red Man of Destiny is the gloating agent

of destructive creation.

 

Blue Man: Cynthia, you look wan.

Are you losing it?

 

Cynthia to Blue:

Yes, you can see how

Red Man is grimacing

and giving birth to

a blue homunculus

with a hole in its chest–

that’d be Envy.

You see those

blue emanating handles?

more homunculi–

They’re coming!

Greed, Lust, Wrath, Sloth,

Gluttony, Pride.

Red Man:

My children are

tiny truth-tellers.

They will speak

to what is true

in each of you.

See you.