| 8 | dry keys echo in the dark and humid early hours |
| 3 | for a language to come |
| 1 | pieces of wood and iron, phials of odours |
| 19 | sea slug |
| 1 | unspeakable within it |
| 0 | compelled to approach |
| 16 | ancestral beings, sightless by their own dust |
| 4 | setting stones |
| 2 | human skin and the stone steps |
| 1 | things just went sour gradually all at once |
| 2 | invertebrate drawings |