Brown is smoking — Gray is melting — Purple is surrounding — Yellow is trying — Green is hinting.

Widdebecker is behind him — His silver trudges under that purple — That brown is so heavy—to cut that is to dispirit — Widdebecker alerts—an alley of greentails — Does not notice—keeps onward without him.

He looks ahead, he spots that yellow—far in the distance—that’s that early time yellow, that sheds onto that brown, thats streaks that bends that’s so immense—that smoke that lifts from that brown, that smoke that’s less than maybe that seems — He is anxious to be there, he wants to be under that yellow—wants to inhale that brown, exhale that smoke — He wants those things—those things that don’t appear demanded, that appear because simply they do.

Widdebecker sounds — Hears that, wheels his head toward that, looks out toward that distance — Black ant that stands amidst that purple, that black ant that waves a black stick—that black ant is Widdebecker, that black stick is longer than a greentail. 

Stabs his stick into that brown, that brown fights him back for that stick—that brown could swallow him for that, that brown could swallow that stick—that brown rotates his silver—switches that yellow toward his silver puts that silver toward that purple—that stab was all that took that made that brown do that — Pushes his silver beneath that purple, stabs that brown again to do that—that brown won’t fight him for that—that stab and each stab after only hurts himself—that brown is invincible. 

Widdebecker is off that silver, dropped that stick into that brown—stands on where is safe from that—stands safely on a black—found that black in that alley, that alley with those greentails.

Peeks his silver past that ally—Widdebecker sees that silver, hisses through those greentails — Hears that, turns into that alley, makes way through that brown, passes by those greentails—sees that ant grew bigger, sees that ant’s not black, that that ant’s on a branch.

Pulls up with his silver, moves in toward that black—steps into that brown, puts that silver on that black — Widdebecker brings him to that branch—sees that branch, sees that yellow—sees that brown, sees that smoke, sees that gray—sees that purple, sees that green —

Widdebecker sees him.