A poem written about the suicidal tendencies of snails, that started out as jellyfish swimming freely in the wide-open sea. Now, I can understand why, bonded onto terra firma, they may suffer from depression or suicidal tendencies, throwing themselves to their deaths under our feet on every garden path or rain-wet street.--- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson5/message