Soft Shell
The blue crabs soft shell
for a week at best
the wait for the hard shell shield
may only bring death.
This vulnerabl state
inherent to us all
must be hidden, eliminated
to avoid it’s fatal fall.
One that doesn’t withdraw
inspite of no protective cloak,
are few among many
giving us all hope.
Breath may be shortened
on this baron land,
an actual oasis
for the strongest at hand.
Breathing air that all share
would be suffocating for this soul.
Their predisposition to sensitivity
allows them to achieve
their ultimate goal.
Putting others first
so their breath is not shallow.
with the strength to breath less
as they follow.
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