A maritime wanderer
scuttles across
the scope of the sand
bearing the
hollow, glittering mosaic
of home.
Vanishing tracks
etch scriptures on solitude
as the wearer
of bleak armor
schleps its
mobile, noble asylum
inch
by
inch.
I stop to marvel but
it walks on
the brave, lost nautilus
cast out at sea.
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