INT - JULIAS' HOUSE - THE BLANK ROOM - AUTUMN EVENING
Pick teeth in maw
shuttering ;
I imagine you
Minotaur
You mail me voices
you unmend each night
I clothe the window
but you are brighter
you fill
I replenished your alter
re-burdened the sill
new meats from the Butcher
it's quite an arrangement
for a carnival such as yourself
A fortunes soil of gutting
it's the best I'm willing to offer
a meal
a wealth
so here it is
a tilt to your health
I back out of the room
I close the light
blackout
CUT TO :
ANOTHER DAY - WORLD AT PLIGHT
I dress up my morning
and enter the room
a tiding,
a horror,
a vacuum !
You have scatted and cast
and made gore of my gift ;
made rent and wipings of the curtains
made leavings off of an ill stomach
What can I give you ?
how much more ?
how may I appease you
my Minotaur ?