Memory As Embankment, A Mudslide At High Tide With Shades Up... My Avocado Green Brethren Pleasures The Soil. Memory As Enchantment A Belle At A Soiree, Pureed, Gaston At A Dinner Party. Napanee Suggests Sympathy, A Serendipity... As Water Winders Its Way To Clay In A Moonlight Turn Of The Bottle, I Shall Find A Way. That's Ironclad.