Seashells in the Seychelles

Trapeze moans beneath the swish 

of gloam just farthings 

from strung seashells 

in the Seychelles

sand silver keynote plumbing 

drained of ivy and perhapsness

as individual enlightenment 

goes viral system to system

mono kissing like the washers

tucked between layers frothed

in nests of illumined spritz

of funds wanted and whatnot 

pater nost- remaineth in coelis

as we whine from here short selling

jubilation thieved from books 

on the reserved list painted in-depth blue