The boy in the labyrinth is tired of looking. There is a boy in the sky. The boy above coaxes his big shadow into a widening circle, encompassing the boy in the labyrinth. Between the two, an image–shadow over the face of one, shadow covering the body of the other. Sunlight behind the head of the boy in the sky, though obscured, is still sunlight. And flowers blooming inside the skull are still nasturtiums. The flower bursting from within an empty head is a flower bursting from within an empty head and nothing more. Looking further will not reveal anything. And so the boy in the sky does not leave to fetch help and the boy in the darkness, tired of asking, holds his knees to his chest and hums.