Atmosphere, the fish bowl, circling here At most fear, someone watching, from near by, Atmosphere, is it failing bit by bit? At most fear, aloneness, unable to admit, they are?
A mouse dear, it was a mouse I fear In this a house of cheer and merriment, go back my friend, to your hole in the wall *it is a trap!
Change for the sake of change to rearrange and displace all the pieces, Overload as to not negotiate, something wretched, stinks like feces.