Black Cod Slip into Fastnets

It does not seem so odd that fish processed from the sea captured in the midst of night raised to deck from a cold, quiet ocean Fulfill their will in headlong rush more so than sparrows-a deterministic rite flying in a thicker world just so as organic black cod Life grows more about a simple nervous system five and fifteen pounds of meat seeking to consume more highliners and Heinlein's books rest for future days on tables screwed down like waving fables for an Earth enjoying the Galaxy's salty ways.