I see seamen, philosophise
the merits of philosophy
as it pertains to mundanities
of daily life that I see eroded
into a floating garbage patch.

I see seamonkeys believe
themselves to be tadpoles
confounded by divine power,
consoled by hellenic wisdom.

I see fertile girls, like little boys,
and little boys grow even smaller.

Figuratively speaking,
I am frozen, shocked and horrified
at their prospects.