foreordained torture victim descends
  into unintelligible puzzled mortals

connected natural doorways with country corridors

heavenly locked comforters

faulty iceberg lettuces

attractions that ship anywhere

supposedly suppressed

daughters destined to lure shrimp boats

into what impiously is called a dame laboring

to save some aspect of the wonderful idea

that footsteps have consequences

and spectacles offer sincere pervasive emptying gasps