Silt and Spiral

Rough silt wedges beneath fingernails as a calcified nautilus shell emerges from the collapsed rubble. Fingers tremble, poised between clutching this fossilized geometry or letting it dissolve back into the grit. Each movement feels weighted by an unseen momentum, as if the act of grasping triggers a chain of events already set in motion. To touch such a relic is to finally accept its crushing density, finding a brief, quiet stillness in the heavy weight of what remains.