Do not mourn, brother, Keep it simple, tidy,, for godsakes, do not tilt, Truth is a patient man’s game., In the bedrooms floor of Ikea,, The snake opened up like a tunnel to the womb., The turtle moves as slowly as he does,, We are collecting our victims., Each wave stamps the shore, Extending a limb, the tide, The Venerable Jesuit, Friar Biard discovers, Friar Biard uses, Friar Masse considers