Sempiternity

           Sempiternity

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The chambered nautilus goes pulsing through

Dark depths.  It pulses underneath the waves

For eons rocking gently, steady, true

Enough to last.  It does not think of graves.

Far better are its thoughts of ocean floors

And near eternity. Forever lasts

This utter creature at the very doors

Of immortality and then it casts

Its carapace, a coffin it rejects

For higher things, perfections it has longed

For .  There its blue tear eye, navy, deflects,

(While upside down) its death.  Fate knows life wronged

The others down below since, in God’s brine,

The rest of them decay, scuttling shine.

Phillip Whidden

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