Go with the flow 
	Drift serene 
	Translucent tentacles floating 
	In azure seas 
 
	Pulsating jewels 
	Moonlike symmetries 
	Miniature UFOs 
	Releasing thousands of eggs 
	Into cerulean immensities 
 
	Throbbing hunger 
	Sensing though unable to see 
	Impervious to the sea turtle's mouth 
	Now opening

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Philyra: This sounds like yer philosophy, my dear Ellesha.
Jules: Hey, she's not a jellyfish.
Soo: Dat was a wimpy dinggu ta say, Philyra!
Philyra: Where's yer sense of wit? Gim'me a break!