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under water among sea laver
fiddler crabs & trumpet shells
feasting on diatoms
plankton & kelp
this body expanded
& became encased
with interiors of delicate peach
& lips like watercolors
by Georgia O'Keeffe

One day a fisherman bagged me
then slit me with a knife
after which
my casing was packaged
shipped & sold
as a trinket
for people
bored to death
by their hollow, shell-like lives

sea shells $ell

why worry if
profit for some
suffering compels?

must compassion whisper
when money yells?

Hear the author read this poem.

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Andrei:	Isn't it naive to expect 'compassion' in zhe business world?
Soo:	In the shotto term it might seem so, butto maybe not in the rong term. Distinction between 'self' and 'other' break down when we take a rong-term view. Time is a great homo . . . homono . . . homonegenizer!
Ellesha:	I wish more people understood how the idea of a separate self is a myth. The threads of all lives are interwoven.
Jules:	Ben . . . euh . . . Who does the weaving?

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