Gull It plunges headfirst into the tar-black sea, a waterproofed sun cutting through layers of liquidised atoms. Observe its skull: a bony periscope, rubber coated. Nothing can puncture it. Watch how it hunts: A film without pause. Do not blink. There is no fast forward here. Jettisoned by the sea, it flies back. Perhaps one day something will crush it. But that is not today