Linus lost his blanket - stolen;
Unfindable blue blanket;
Linus has lonely hands, awakward hands;
Nothing to cling to;
Nothing, this kind of Nothing, is contagious - spreading
Arms swing wrong;
Legs walk wrong.
Linus can't see what's there.
No, he can see, but what is It?
Every single Thing...
A differently shaped It.
When all is an It, familiar vocabulary fails;
New vocabulary hides.
Linus has gone mute.