Curled in the Nautilus of Herself Curled in the nautilus of herself She dreams in polynomial time Multiverse. Each night a different life. Cristal clarity. Playthings in a painted ladybird tin. Vertebrae of a fish Single portion of ground black pepper A tiny matryoshka, the kind found tight in the middle of the mama dolls. These things she takes out one by one. Examined for rarity and specialness each with its own tale. Talisman to keep her safe on the first day at a new school. Tokens of her nautilus world. Inside the Fibonacci curves she is beyond reproach, beyond sound or recall of the real world. Full of potential, potent with myths and future life Waiting to be born, gestating in rose coloured dimness The pink light making a fingernail home.