by Nick Gisburne
Infinity awaits behind the box
Its cardboard is a corridor through space
Protected by his interstellar socks
He crawls towards a paranormal place
Beneath its purple, finger-painted moon
Two spiders weave a warning for their king
Their ultimatum terminates at noon
But even now the planet swarms with string
The boy conceives a reckless, risky plan
Recruiting his unconquerable cat
With cunning, and a non-stick frying pan
The spiders visit two dimensions, flat
The hero, under orders, back in bed
Would rather save the universe instead
