it is at the lowest
ebb of the water
that you see the crabs
and snails and
urchins, and corals
and
mussels and then when
you come for them, and
force open their
hideousness,
you may see the pearls,
the frozen tears of their
subsumed silence
for a hundred years,
of isolation....
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