My sweetheart and I will retire,nWill retire to the tide pools.nAnd we'll fix our meals of crabs and krill in the long afternoon.nAnd we'll shed our skin,nFor a shell from a wise old snail who is singing:nnSlow down.nnAt the base of the dunes with the algae bloom and the heron,nHere we sit all day and wait and wait for the tide to come crashing.nAnd we'll shed our skin because we know where it's been,nAnd we know this hymn:nnSlow down.nnLost, lost, in this torrent,nDrowned in the deep of this over-sweet porridge,nBlind to to all of the blood and carnage.nnSlow down.