They manipulated the words br to cross the corridors of essence. br Crib was empty, child was stolen. br At blood stained altar br there was no clue to mystical death. br br The contents now matter. Time br displays tools of murder, br snaps the sheet from the bed, br kills the neophyte at water hole, br unsucked breast swells, weeps endlessly. br br Apes are coming. br Duplicates look brilliant like novae. br It was becoming crowded. Becoming br was destroying the matter. Fear br moves in water, on the earth. br br Faraway a cuckoo sings br a saddest song. br Come, belong to my tears, drops br of my soul’s vessel, kiss the eyes br of planet earth.