The click of Lego syncopates with a motet of choral scholars all the way up and down the scale contralto to treble to bass, a sorceress shifting. Look out. He who lurks in a shadow could just be a minifigure of Reverend Green disguised as a mechanic waiting to do mischief in the ballroom with a spanner. Could it be that he is turning all the nuts and bolts to release his inner self in a scythe-like manner around a fleckle…

crescent moon
in a shroud of mist
one single breath

Diana Webb