In
opalescent light I sit inside
A
wall around me of my own making
If
I put my ear to the shell
I
hear an ocean outside
A
strange current on the surface
Washing
over words and dreams
Photo
flotsam, memory jettison
Passing
ephemera of a life
Pearly
surface reflecting
All
superficiality spiraling away
Here,
in this quiet amphitheatre
I
am unshackled
From
the tides of pandemonium
Quietly
sustained
Within
the cathedral shapes
Inside
the shell