Pamela Hart

Water worn by sand I collect creatures shelter diatom, fungi, sponge wander while molting, my coat slipping off shore. More scorpion than shell, I house waves hold diatom and sponge ocean washing my arthropodic structure that wanders while molting, slipping off shore, body become building. I, washing ocean over such structure, telson night, ruddering even bodies which build offshore their foam alive to flatworm fossil.

When my telson rudders the night I coagulate while in-sheltering foaming, alive to flatworm tern skim displaced by wind my shelter a coagulation of water-worn creatures together tern skim displaced by wind I molt then slip off shore.