Finding the Pearlfarre from the ancient umbo whare we began past the pea-sized pericardium pumping transparent blood under sands beyund the tight abductors connecting soft tissue ta hard calcium near the delicate labial folds sifting the saline liquids we taste a 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: | Isn't zhat precisely where zhose in power want zem? |
Hear this poem.
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