The regime with no king, born out of
an Anarchist need to both question and usurp,
grew thorns in the shape of questions and
questions in the shape of thorns. “There is
only blank space in this regime”, says Susie,
the eight-year-old who imagined this regime
out of grape juice and fairy dust. Blank space
governs the minds of small children—
That is the secret children keep from imaginary
kings and parents—the latter a kind of villain
to everybody but Susie. In Paradise Lost, it says
to love your tiny devils. Actually, it doesn't,
but that does not mean Susie cannot tug
on mythical underwear and call it fact.
Facts are strange things invented by kings.
Kings, like small children, grow fangs.