SEA SHELLS

 

 

there isn’t all that much to worship

but the long fingers of some unknown

man granting us with melody

and meaning

 

or maybe this girl of his dreams

she sells sea shells by the slaughterhouse

a real diamond in the rough

saving dimes to escape from inbred mountain

 

she found truth in a forgotten library

the rise of the blue lotus

watered by the flooding of pain

 

dawn appears

 

 

 

 

 

Dimi Heald

 

 

 

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