children,   Mischance says her heart is a fountain surrounded by screaming    If you want a place at the poolside,   then make your way up through the drain into the sun.   There's no question.    Into the sun - a connection.   A conception!   They're kicking inside her.   Kicking in the water,   Pissing on the fire.   Groping through pipwork labyrinths,    struggling blindly up the guts:   if you make it to the surface it's indigestation-    heartburn- inachild   You're my manchild and my heart burns.   They're kicking inside her.    Kicking in the water.    Pissing on the fire.