Nautilus.
- Michael Fenton
- Oct 15, 2016
- 1 min read

In life they are quicksilver Astonishing and sudden One moment rippling color To disappear in inky clouds; Protective and shy Like a book with a perfect ending.

Secret inner chambers Spiral down ever smaller The nautilus studies Ancient harmonies There in the deep And the dark, Reflecting the golden symmetry Of galaxies and ferns.
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