Shell

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Sep 29, 2018

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe 
unto itself.
What
emanates 
from 
within?
What can 
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell 
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot 
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life. 
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things 
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full 
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible 
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows

 

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