SEASHELLS

shells begging erosion, 
natural
destruction, longing for 
segmentation 
and division, only to 
return
to the atomic center, this
cluster,
void and vacuum, space of 
mystery
eternal and sacred. these
clamshells,
adorned in hues and pastels 
blue
orange, white and tan. worn
forgotten
oblong natural tombstones,
headstones
of lost clams and nutrition
for 
living seagulls, one dies other
survives.