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NEVER DANCING ALONE AGAIN

Out of the earliest darkness
On the silt of the sea floor
Hermet crabs roam around in the blind black
Knocking into each other like a marble's click
A little awkwardly one comes out
With an anemone on his shell
Walking in little shy circles
Everyone staring
"Don't laugh! Don't—
         "But it's wobbling!?"

~~~~~~~

years ago he wobbled into his life
and after talking shyly for just 15 or so minutes caught a ride on his shell
and nothing
was the same again.