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Shellfish
Turning spires and spittle of pearls to perplex the young diver...
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- How long can I float on these waters? How long does the ocean abide her intruders? My soul belongs in the water, but my skin turns to a raisin when I stay too long. I can't swim forever, but the bottom will stop my descent.
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- Subtract nine for the days spent in shadow.
Divide ten for all the things you should have said.
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- Offhand mentions. Sparkling reminders.
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- The days rotate away the star, new presses the old to oil. So much to see, so much to be. Why do I wonder when there is still so much that can be done? Why do I run when there is still a place to stay?
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- "...Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July..."
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I write again, and it's heaven in a sundress. But then it disappears. Music comes and goes. Not the desire, never the hunger...
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- But the moment and the happening -- like leaves falling from a tree.
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- Is this what I am?
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- Your last name is Carpenter because long ago, your ancestors built something.
Your last name is Singer. Your last name is Taylor. Your last name is Cook.
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What will they call me?
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- There is no snare. There is no rein. My corners are of my own construction, yet I tick off the days on my walls like shawshank. Then the marks become a pattern, and connected lines become a forest, a mural, a relief.
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- "Alice moving under skies, Never seen by waking eyes "
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- What I hate is the cage. What I loathe is the restraint. So again and again, I find a way to make the irons into ivy, locks into lilies. You see me pace the pen while I run endless savannas.
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- Pagurus berhardus
In my Eden I will stay,
Pagurus armatus
In my garden I will play.
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- Just don't open the cage. Don't make me choose.
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How Did You Know?
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