something about the way
the shell works,
the infinity of the shell,
the shell's rest,
lies split
on sand,
and what was within
goes shaking, slithering, dragging
itself
from moment to moment,
from tide to tide.
i looked inside--
forceless and infinite
i found the tide
i dug myself down--
hey down a down
past the shell to the bone
and in this deep night,
dearest, i claim you
vanesa
it was you i loved
vanesa
i name you.