I’ll hold this thing

I’ll fold away this thing

I’ll preserve this thing

perfectly

Surround this thing

drown and drench this thing

sublimely with my own blood

I’ll house this thing

(though not  to cover up

and

smother

this thing)

succinctly

in a  home

distinctly

within the tome

of me

And so it rests

snugly and

sublimely as

the nautilus bulb

in my left hand

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