Time over the roofs of what has nearly been
Circling, a migratory, static bird,
Predicts no change in future's lancing shape,
And daylight shows the streets still tangled up;
Time points the simian camera in the head
Upon confusion to be seen and seen
After awakening from a dream the man is under a black cloth and is lost to himself. This private space assures no one can penetrate his gaze, but this also means he is blind.
When he's alone he avoids himself through distraction.
Apparently, these woman are bent on destroying him with careless eye contact and wet hankies.
A friendship begins between boy and balloon. It is a loving relationship complete with dependency and separation-anxiety issues.
Disbelief turns to faith.
His belief, that the balloon will be near him always, engenders fear and anxiety.
The boy finds he has similarities with a girl from another era; she only has one friend and it is an inanimate plaything: a wheel and rod. Could that really have been as much fun?
Meanwhile, the balloon finds perfection in the mirror.
Jealous boys kidnap and lead the Christ-balloon up the hill towards death.
Dressed in Sunday togs, the boy still has faith that the balloon hasn't left him for another.
The envy of the boys makes them destroyers of what they cannot own. They find joy in their violence.
Some thoughts of war exacerbate the feelings of Good vs. Evil and the adventure picks up pace.
Rescue and chase.
Pure evil.
The boy risks bodily harm to save the balloon.
The balloon's death reveals fleshy human-like skin.
Ascension and reward.
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