On a wall, high
and I stand up
With out my legs
Crawl like a reptile
With my one hand
I catch the tail
With another
I grab the head
I put it
on my own sack
invisible
to give you
a gift
to make you
immortal
but to my utter
surprise
before I give you
it gets its wings
and slips out
along with the tide
it has gone
to the bottom
of the unknown ocean
to bring for us
a fruit
of wonderful taste

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