"They say the ocean murmurs answers to untold inquiries made by lips sealed in history.
Our time-washed opinions, fossilized in salt and ignorance, seek propagation in sardine tin shouldered prophets.
Do we speak, then, as mammals who've wanderlust for both train stations and solitude?
Or are the starfish holding seats for clam wisdom on utilitarian shores? Perhaps the dolphins rehearse theatre for indiscriminately captive minds.
Endless echoes hushed, yet eternally unraveling.
And should you wish to dip softly into this abstraction, query the minute,
labyrinthine musings scripted here: