1.
Duran ripped a loner crab from the refuge of its shell,

              then threw it on the grass, laughing.
Will he recover from mutilation of maritime frailties?

              His mother makes lemon ice.
Body of the waving intracranial world, mutely expanding,

              mutely exfoliating, high and low.
2.
Armor cased organisms living among web ribbons,

              breathing perfectly.
Duran is myself, for I stood beside him and ripped a crab

              from its carapace as well
to eat lemon ice.  Seagrass sing the dubbed song

              and ask us to reconsider.
3.
We are all ripping, then celebrating as neurons assemble

              in the shape of razor blades. 
My idiot friends employ similar methods. Tentacles wave,

              hermit crabs descend to frozen regions.
Pickerel with crooked lips, lobsters with clamped claws

              crammed in deli tanks,
4.
flying fish flattened on boardwalks are all invisible

              until buttressing fails. 
Then validity ascends and power journeys cease

              assembling neurons.
Duran ripped a loner crab from the refuge of its shell,

              then threw it on the grass, laughing.