| 2 | Heartland |
| 3 | My Bones And My Flute |
| 0 | The Dark Notes Were Everywhere , So Dark, So Sombre, They Broke Into A Fountain |
| 1 | The Groan That Sometimes Splashed Out Of A Bucket Of Sound |
| 1 | . The Spider Of Dawn Had Appended And The Moon Had Far Descended |
| 6 | Their Voice Struck The Black Sunlit River Like Subterranean Lightning |
| 0 | There Was A Deep Silence, Far Away The Baboons Were Howling For Rain |
| 1 | Like Stars Of Gold Painted On The Blue Skeleton Of Crumpled Heaven |
| 0 | A Sacred Infusion Of Slow Motion Lightening |