getting the meat of the matter is             a matter of employing both hands

—a passion of engaging outwardly with love

while being petrified

          of this regard on wanting what is

inside to be separated from the contents            of the shell

                    that used to be the shaft of no well-wisher pride

wielded to wrap up himself in the detriment of a fellow.

                              woe to the rubescent exoskeleton claw

which thereafter got its color when

it tried to escape to its fancies of the carapace

only to find himself drowned in boiling water

then asking “where is the crown of the king?”

note: rip it apart at each intervening joint

difficult as it may seem, just remember

the flexor generates greater torque than the extensor

dig in the chance to hold on,

under the crustacean surface for

the season is short to indulge with the succulent catch

rake out all the things that one has

by cutting through the carcass

without pretense, laying it all down and

using the same, plain two hands

                              (otherwise employ a cracker, hammer, pliers, knife, scissors or fork

                              and admit that you are weak for the sake of the promise 

                              that there is more we could have than this–everlasting)

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