Immortality of the Crab

Crabs outnumber us at just a handful, for all the scores and billions of back-forth bipeds that people—or lofter-the sphere, well, our clawed betters, the true pantheon of Olympian sidesteppers burrowing in Godly mountains of shardy sand, well, they've learned to sidestep the passage of time—back and forward in time are not mere metaphors you figurative fools! Long reign the sweet flakey meat of the literal! May we all become reddish crabby Gods!