Against thick handmade samurai swords
Laughter plays its chords
A part in this heart where before
was infrequent or didn't exist at all
I crawl
Back in my shell
where unplanted seeds grow into breathing trees
a beautiful conch
melody spilling of the sea
life inside
luminous
surface is death
disconsolate
complex
spider web over spider web
words build up a sand castle
by same words knocked down
1 side militant for common ground
to some folks invaluable treasures seem indifferent
thought of you over a pale blue sky, gentle wind
more than significant
storm clouds over the horizon
colors seem brighter, vivid, more brilliant
I'll crawl where I excel
where life seems exciting & worthwhile
Back in my shell
