Finding the Pearlfar from the ancient umbo where we began past the pea-sized pericardium pumping transparent blood under sands beyond the tight abductors connecting our soft tissue to hard calcium near the delicate labial folds sifting the saline liquids we taste our nacreous orb stands triassic relic calcium carbonate trove aragonite diamond wildly iridescent clove alas for this we're hunted & pried open with a knife our treasure is sold for export: in this world too often beauty carries a heavy price |
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| Jules: | Is this a poem or sermon? |
| Ellesha: | Well, good poems have multiple dimensions. |
| Jules: | Too often philosophy often gets in the way of poetry. Why can't this dude describe an oyster without preachin'? |
| Ellesha: | You have such critical eyes. Why is your skepticism so deep? |
| Jules: | Au contraire, most people are far too afraid of criticising. They're in a state of – what shall I call it – conditioned helplessness |
| Andrei: | And zhat's precisely where zhose in power want zem! |
Hear this poem.
[*** K /.WMA file]
