Industry and Reward

Dear salt, dear silt
in the eye of the nacred
interior, how much
time did it take
to make that beautiful
shell for your tears?

I too have dreams
of living closer
to the water’s surface,
where the net shimmers
and the light is caught.
I want to place cool

palms on either side
of my face without feeling
my head might explode; want
smooth relief like the skin
of an apple, or even like
a small marble of milk.


In response to Via Negativa: Breadwinner.

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