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Gods save the Queen
Queen conch steps out of her pink solitude
Its about time for pray and prey
She feels the immense blue deep inside
Stretches out her long tentacle eyes in search of the unknown
Three hundred and sixty degrees of separation divide her i’s
Its been seven long years in this shell
From them, three and a half as a girl.
She thinks of time in waves
Her home as her own body
Is it shelter, is it a cell ?
She had fun days its its darkness thats for sure
And her cave is still soft and alive
if she stays moist, they can both survive two more lives
Become a real queen
but where - to what domain?
Her freedom has always been being misplaced
Migration is just any other day
Whatever it takes she anticipates it is warm and shallow
Another Odyssey with the sea written all over her
She clutches her lip when thinking of stories told
Linking ancient memories to licking sea veggies for ages
She thinks things long and crystal clear only after dark
When supple sounds from afar dissolve into ripples
Easy listening on the right night
She patiently awaits for that late tide to arrive,
Wipe her clean and transcend her to a vast green
Vast, wild and unknown are just names for an ocean she calls life.
She knows any safety instructions are now intractable
Its a jungle up there where water mirrors straight dry lines
Forever laying low she wants to remain,
So many wet dreams still left untold.
That glorious new beginning is just a strong wave away
All it takes is the courage to be carried off and whirl in its grace
Arrive to her long lost prodigious kingdom, after all.
All her destinies, contingent to unforeseen forces she cant even name
She is scared of a stillness she never sensed before
Forever alone and home bound
She has to come to terms with her mysterious fate.
She trusts her profound intuition to go slow within the flow
Buries her rebellious feelings in the sand for another day.
Her cries for freedom still muffled by the currents
Only bubbles hear her struggle and the weight of her privileged name.