For authorities whose hopes are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by teatime fame and by commuters' comforts? Not for these the paper nautilus constructs her thin glass shell.
the watchful maker of it guards it day and night; she scarcely
eats until the eggs are hatched.
her glass ram'shorn-cradled freight is hid but is not crushed; as Hercules, bitten
by a crab loyal to the hydra, was hindered to succeed,
the intensively watched eggs coming from the shell free it when they are freed
as if they knew love is the only fortress strong enough to trust to
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