Often a partner in comp can be deliberately passive-aggressive like any Pilgrim. I’m kidding. By oneself, practice makes perfect scatter.


In this one my partner is disguised as a scatterer to spy on others. There he goes — 
stomping across borders. That is his



moonlight made of lard. It’s indispensable smearing a glow



 that travels down over Earth changing into a flummoxed packet of energy, wearing maroon cords.