A boysenberry- bleeding-to-teal-shaded shell encases energies like that of hermit crab emerging, but then it appears like a cross-section of the shell. The pressure of an emergence, the unwrapping of squid energy, a sense of retraction balance in my attention against the boysenberry teal essence of shell. The drama is held by the nesting of further enclosures: the semicircle of fan like blades, the inwards bending of sea reeds and trunk, the outer cushioning of pea green pillows, the vice grip of blocks of mustard yellow and sangria-rust. I pause, almost sensing movement, with eyes held by the center emblem.
A boysenberry- bleeding-to-teal-shaded shell encases energies like that of hermit crab emerging, but then it appears like a cross-section of the shell. The pressure of an emergence, the unwrapping of squid energy, a sense of retraction balance in my attention against the boysenberry teal essence of shell. The drama is held by the nesting of further enclosures: the semicircle of fan like blades, the inwards bending of sea reeds and trunk, the outer cushioning of pea green pillows, the vice grip of blocks of mustard yellow and sangria-rust. I pause, almost sensing movement, with eyes held by the center emblem.