Green Nautilus

Green nautilus with the crest,
ocean depth, pearl is left
but what lies below, in a chest
like a tomb, life bereft
in a void, darkness set,
without gest, in half is cleft.

Out spill a soup of suds,
bubbled blood, microbe mud,
effervescent pack rising through ether like-
spirits to another land, out space, out of time,
till they must submit at top,
where they pop, forced to stop,
so it goes, so it goes
that we stop by what we know
though it hurts, though we squeal,
so too I submit to spin
to cathedral wheel.

Green nautilus with the crest,
shiny shell, polished smile,
Both always out to sea,
but I e'merge far too quick,
shoulda' stayed just a click,
please don't think ill of me,
so it goes, so it goes,
what a miss we compose.