Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.

“When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the…”

“Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so …”

“He said that even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering and …”

“in that cold autistic dark.”