Pearly Griefs
moted pain
mollusced over
but always oyster aware
of the under the tongue
made smooth
pretty
locked away
sand anyway
sharping
I like the sand
I like the pearl
it spurs remembrance
Put my two pearls
to opalesce
and let the soft light shine
I now believe
there are some things
I can't have
dead is gone
and gone is gone
You bewilder pain
what is that?
Look to the sand
