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Of candlewax sentiment with tinsel What strata of earth flies to the sky To become Santa and sleigh and reindeer riding Or the man’s face in the moon Of stars blinking a Big Dipper a Great Bear In childish fancies to decorate The eyelashes of a doll? Not in a crab’s eye no blink but to differ Nor decorate the eyelashes of a sea shore to sky Who can stare out the stare of a crab would swear By rock sand and seaweed salt sea and sky Coastbound white flesh held within shell In mime of the Great White Crab on high Edging herself behind luminous cloud-slabs incessantly Performing her crabwalk rites of alchemy Turning light into silver to hold crabs in thrall While their feet count Moon pills Spider eggs Pearls of the sea Prayer beads Seeds of the seaweed tree.
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