Crabbing

Forever stuck in conch
The way milk runeth over
Residing in build-up
The way data pushes through wire

Removing sight lines
But also innocence
The way toes get used
Or staying perfectly pedestrian

The softest regions
The way coral appears from far away
But then folded over
Until the inside shows hints

There is an undersea must
And surface mist
Keeping bathers moist
And shore dwellers amassed

When shocking discoveries are made
For the very first time
They elude the salt and saline
The way sails can miss a crossing wind
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8.5.13