Beachseen

Orapan: There's something fishy in this guy's brain.
Tara: That's true of all of us: the ancient parts are never fully erased, just supplemented.
Noel: Actually, human brains are very modern.
Gwen: I think Tara is right: lots of ancient debris floats within us.
Tara: (Gerping loudly after finishing off a beer.) Speaking of debris, where is the loo?

Beachseen
Gazing at pale blue skies . . .
malt into cool, azure seas . . .
and soft, whyte wasps af cluuds . . .
slurry ovir stury foam-cupped waves . . .
aye realize
     ovary
          thing sa movvung . . .
                theugh the surf suemz unchangang . . .
und tha smelle
           auf eire revives deep mammuries . . .
      uf a differant un distunt aige –
when we unmerged frym theese wadders . . .
und our gills tarned anto lungs . . .
then fins to legs.

The fish within me brain
     still swim
         an remembar
             soundz
                 ah ancient waves.