During a ten year period starting in 1981 just before a visit to Paris and as if by magic a large number of plays and poems arose and were written in the mornings by longhand. This play was one of many. It came like the others. The only plan was the time period allocated to writing it; and the names of the characters; but it differs from all the others in that the internal pictoral structure is quite distinct and even as the author I cannot glimpse its overall shape. Not able to be 'seen' it always intrigued me and here it is.