shell of the sea, shell of Light

          like a feathered shell around this pain, here is it
                 inside outside.   another way of knowing

                 what is so.   this is.

                lament, to my shame
                these small tender pleasures,

                food or sleep or wandering inside my room,

                small pleasures to make one life smile.
                why are they not working.

          my heart.   not a broken crack.   an open door,
          letting wind blow both ways.

          as it may so please to do.   enclosed, do you see,

                 meaning.    being embraced.
          did you think there was any path that did not come to me.

                 so spoke the wind.


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