The lamb bled oily-spotted melted rubies The red seeped into the Earth, fertilizing It with the baaaawling screams of slaughter. And from it grew carnations, to be plucked Given to a girl of Castile, who inhales the aroma. He bites her lips, the sweet-red mixed with seedcake. And she bites back—but no, it is not her teeth It is reality's hook fishing him from the past. With a tug, his mind is pulled through Time's mindscapes. In a jolting crash, body and mind rejoin. He sits amongst cannibals. Men devouring his kin on Earth. And he swallows his disgust.
His mind digests the coming labors of love Ms. Purefoy will perform. The child's first cry will be: What is parallax? And those gathered will answer: You. The child's first cry will be: ------- Because it was Rudy. Molly. Now with Boylan. The thought rises like clogged nausea. He swallows it. It will come up several times. Lamb leads the blind but there it is The nausea wearing its straw hat. Bloom slips away as if stepping on a bar of soap.