The Fishwadethrough black jade.Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keepsadjusting the ash-heaps;opening and shutting itself likeaninjured fan.The barnacles which encrust the sideof the wave, cannot hidethere for the submerged shafts of thesun,split like spunglass, move themselves with spotlight swiftnessinto the crevices-in and out, illuminatingtheturquoise seaof bodies. The water drives a wedgeof iron throught the iron edgeof the cliff; whereupon the stars,pinkrice-grains, ink-bespattered jelly fish, crabs like greenlilies, and submarinetoadstools, slide each on the other.Allexternalmarks of abuse are present on thisdefiant edifice-all the physical features ofac-cident-lackof cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, andhatchet strokes, these things standout on it; the chasm-side isdead.Repeatedevidence ahs proved that it can liveon what can not reviveits youth. The sea grows old in it.