Why Some Shells Sound Like the Sea

Listen:

I am
All memory
Like muscle
That articulates the bone.

Like driftwood
Which gets kicked up
From the sea
After all the green is washed away
And in it's place
Uneven gray.

Next season
It will be found and fashioned
Into a tacky clock stuck
On a tourist shop wall
Starting at 1995
Total.

A mosiac is not a picture
But a thousand bits
Of shell and stone
Every chip comes from The Deep
--Far away. Each tile coulld represent a mountain.
But a mountain is not what a mosaic is.

Listen:

We've made too much out of things
That were best left alone
A scrap of wood, a kitsch clock, a bleached white bone

When you give up your life to the sea
You just throw it away
And when it sinks it's gone
And your left with nothing
But the sea.