The mollusc unable to survive. Such prettiness the shell and its drip of water, later dryness lent to a shelf. The body no longer moved. That body is a bird without rhythm or even tied to the old decanters. Making informal wind notations, then love when the nest fills or worms appear.
Wrist watches surround themselves with danger.
Their time flies too then stops. On a wicket. On a street. Dropped like an egg from a tree. Expensive signals flashed in the moonlight or midnight.