The chow barks
a snail's portrait
its threefold
sign
triples one round
shell
to read its whorl
is to hear a star gasp
a frozen breath inward
to hear the whorl
is to read a sea-green sea
Sargasso
into a blue
Geist
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'to read its whorl
is to hear a star gasp
a frozen breath inward'
Oh I wish I'd wrote those words, you.
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