Moving deep
Cross the depths
Of your medium
Like a crustacean, never
Go straight to where-
Ever it is
You are heading—be
It forwards or
Back—being oblique in
Your every movement,
Take in as much as you can
While doing so—this
Will get you there sooner
Or later, your pincers at last in
Position to strike side-
Long straight at the heart
Of the scuttling always
Suspect subject matter,
Leaving you free
To break through
To the untroubled
Surface for air.
