We found him, Dr. Eigenbach, in a phone booth tracing a maze on glass,
taking moths by the wings, running them
through.
He had maps. One through four are floorplans -- senseless instructions:
"take a cough, upstairs the basement, handsfirst out window, floating,
fever spoonfuls the yard, say goodbye." Manuscripts illuminated to wash
out the order of rooms.
I've heard, Dr. Eigenbach, when the mind dreams it first inscribes the
more important things on its maps. Ask the moths if he's mad. The fifth is
your hospital. It is exact. He knew exactly when to leave and exactly
where to go.
[Andrew Small]
