Whatever you do, don’t cash them in, not before floods melt margarine in the honeyed light of the last diamond setting. Atoms come in assorted sizes and pigeons coo in your arm pits, the same moment time grabs you by the schnoz like a lamb to slaughter or a walk in the park. Not a chance choice. Either way, yesterday’s smart money is today’s barcoding. But one of these shopping days, a space telescope will go into the darkly lit years of our history. Or a barreleye fish swimming solitary and looking through its crystal forehead into what is water.