I found a conch shell on the beach.
The corridors of life are permanently
etched into it.
The endless spiral implies infinity.
Or nothing.
Layers of time converge in a point,
and then fan out like a
clan of pioneers seeking their
manifest destiny.
Here someone tried to get in.
There someone tried to get out.
The ocean’s tough love has liberated all.
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I found a conch shell on the beach.
The corridors of life are permanently
etched into it.
The endless spiral implies infinity.
Or nothing.
Layers of time converge in a point,
and then fan out like a
clan of pioneers seeking their
manifest destiny.
Here someone tried to get in.
There someone tried to get out.
The ocean's tough love has liberated all.
Waves come and go—
through—as they wish now.
There are no more
boundaries.
Ruby Sinreich
