Testo di Mollusk

Gaping fissures in the landscape yawn around me Stones crumble to dust and fall to the depths Nothing is familiar here, but always the same as before The shell crumbles around me into the soil and sand I am envenomed by the salt of the earth Nothing is comfortable here, but always the same as before Fragments of a brittle carapace Fingernails, hair, and ash-buried bones