Twisted shell

I picked up a twisted shell
on the beach.

I looked at the twisted shell.
And
the twisted shell was a mirror...

I looked at a twisted shell
on the beach.
And
I saw myself in the twisted shell
And
I saw I was a twisted shell
on a beach...

I picked up the twisted shell
And
I put it to my ear.
And
what I heard in the twisted shell
was the angry white-noise roar 
inside of me.

Bill Clearlake