This was a tough one, usually I work on visual poems for days, not hours. The chambered nautalis is ancient, beautiful and immortal. Here is a quick sketch on a harried day.
The Eye of the Nautilus
I started a small idea.
Reason, calm notion.
I was a periwinkle Nautilus.
I grew in width, depth.
A whorl of peace.
Non-emotional.
I was peaceful.
I ended chambered in grace.
Each chamber a room.
Knowledgeable, receptive.
Peaceful, my own best friend.
I was salt water given form.
I was my own universe.
The Eye of the Nautilus
I started a small idea.
Reason, calm notion.
I was a periwinkle Nautilus.
I grew in width, depth.
A whorl of peace.
Non-emotional.
I was peaceful.
I ended chambered in grace.
Each chamber a room.
Knowledgeable, receptive.
Peaceful, my own best friend.
I was salt water given form.
I was my own universe.
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