So this is the ocean,
Poison from here to the horizon.
I ask the crab
"Is most of the world salt?"
He burrows in the sand
And I grab with my hand
His one of many legs.
I say to him:
"Is it that you panic
In the sun,
Or find pleasure
In the dark."
The pinching sting hurts
Though it could be worse;
I could be swimming in the ocean,
With all of the salt.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
So this is the ocean,
Poison from here to the horizon.
I ask the crab
"Is most of the world salt?"
He burrows in the sand
And I grab with my hand
His one of many legs.
I say to him:
"Is it that you panic
In the sun,
Or find pleasure
In the dark."
The pinching sting hurts
Though it could be worse;
I could be swimming in the ocean,
With all of the salt.
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