Colin thoughts

Close enough this one is a spire (Close enough this one is doesn't track to 
me)
whose inside holds the colours of pearl.

Nothing lives here now, but I can model
the softness of the mollusc as it was,
snug as a brain in its skull,
or a hermit crab that found armour for its gut and pushed out claws (break 
at armour)
ready for anything. This top shell's like a dome
and the next is a minaret
enlightened by a single shaft into two coils of white. (and at shaft)

Deeper in the sand, fragments from an older sea
judge history. There is hunger
in these tones of milk and honey.
Some say that each shell is like the calculus (no like)
that estimates their volume - immutable, discovered - (and volume)
but I see snail before the shell
and what's become of base desire. (favorite S)

Lost worlds; they are too beautiful to leave
to bulldozing waves, the rush of pebbles and all the sea's detritus. (and at 
rush)
I carry them inland and place them in sunlight.

Smiles.

Gary




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