Oysters they're out there - somewhere, Everywhere, as the oyster men slowly drift through the inlet. Heaved by sail and oar; sinews of sheets and sails stretched.
Driven by hope and anticipation the patina of time etched in weatherbeaten faces; Like a lure for life the longline stretches and dredges, expectant evermore.
Drifting from catch to catch where the ardent prosper; Achieve and believe the addiction and alchemy of the aspirant, "Dream big" of the world the unenviable oyster of youth, Dictums of the desirous drifting from goal to goal, and chore to chore.
Mantras of men mourning forgone missives of the masculine. The dredges of disconnected men's minds to sea. Destined for despair.