She wanted to sleep, so I gave her this chant

She Wanted To Sleep, So I Gave Her This Chant

slow life

the nautilus breathes

a coil of shell pressed from inside out..

thin plate

separates the dead salt’s water from the life’s

interior of soft, pink cells, the wisps

of life through which ideas flew from one

nautilus to another across

gulfs of that brackish bit

I will be slipt

between the shell’s

abalone frame and

that near-life huddled in the nautilus’ chamber


into being an electric

spider’s web below calm, green seas

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Paul Gordon is the publisher and editor of iState.TV. He has published and edited newspapers, poetry magazines and online weekly magazines. He is the director of Social Cognito, an SEO/Web Marketing Company. You can reach Paul at

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