Our Lady's stone-cold, silent coterie. Lines cast, sunfish circle widest at day's end. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. Ships in bottles, brandy, eau de vie. Tope swim parhelic circles at world's end.
Fish fly through water, through air, hang from trees.
Deep stream trout hold course, weather-fend. Waves splash against shore, rock in the breeze. Stars of Jupiter, of Ganymede. You are an angel my fish-kin, my friend. Fish fly through water and hang from trees.