The Carapace
Focus here
on this carapace,
hollowed out and gifted
by the tides to thrill
the hand and eye,
smooth as a cheek
and so pink in the blush
of a setting sun.
Yet it presents no substance,
an object bleached of itself
in the emptiness of a shell,
confronts you with a void
that you rush to fill.
Cradled in the depths
of some exotic sea,
feel how it moves and crawls
into the crevices of your head,
delicately picking
with ferocious claws,
putting itself together
piece by piece with what
it gnaws.
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