Mary brought me the imperial city.
Her plate of shells
gathered from the shore.
I had no key to its gates,
I saw the quintessential point
of all centers.
Wave after wave of horizons.
Kelp, ice and mineral
in a city of life.
Hugeness in the power of atoms.
A riptide tearing at my heart.
The capital of the world
placed before me
by one of its citizens.
A Plate of Sea Shells
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