After growing older, poorly scarred, strange adults will wind their watches. In the doggerel that is scattered about, there may be smiles left to unfurl. A motif for the ridged . The persistent snickering rodents seem to do. And all that is selected and cast aside. In the books it was evident, we were but a palaver away. The cirri sway and then turn in the depths. In the books....it is evident...we are but a palaver away. Though the tide pools are swimming. With the plots now barren, and thickening in the sun, a mysterious absence of fish.