Sea-shells, washing up over the interminable
shores, they, have memoirs,
too.
If, little read..
If, absently scrawled
and of illegible structure.
Edge-mouthed flaking corners, loose bits
suggesting carapace, impure imprint
among white platelets within,
threefold run-down–
Westward caped padding and
brittle boards, extant salt-lipped so
lacking awe — a faded gaze’s fawn
leaching curves (tangent at) clear,
onto honest, iniquitous; also
heat out, populates boiling
scarce fêting
fishlife, to thrash
or, finless: slunk.