seals monadh cups with voices lapping the waves i hear a host of lips kissing the spark of the party bold bonfires and fine dressed dishes a dog black barking i hear lights i hear the rushing of surfaces skimmed hoops of skirts and sleeves of men i see a light i hear the wind across the edge i see a light there the wave flashes of silver lightning seals talking stars into men they change and surf the wave 031212 ... zeke i like that. 031212 ... mon thankyou zeke! 040112 ... .fallen selkies 040112 what's it to you? who go blather from