Whaleskin: Even as her body settles into the fleeting confines of this particular shore, a peripatetic soul, she continues her staggered reverse-roam. Dead hull and transom rearrange and wholly transcend their finite form. Steel is recycled, re-rolled, and re-cast to be fit again to ship’s shape. In the cycle of shipping and waking, she will sail again and wake again and steel come to rust again. Exodus from the corpse is palingenesis for the soul.