A New Denouement Comes to The Eidolon

A moon rose pure placebo the day the dismantlers came to The Eidolon. A puppeteer hidden in a hard hat worked sticks and wires from a crane, his rude yellow wrecking ball a scraping bald knuckle -hyphenating- the yore tony a la mode pink marquee: – I D – – O N They hadn’t seen…