I lived for a thousand years
Preserved in alcohol and tears in a jar
But my eyes can touch the stratophere
We all have tiny holes to afar
And for all these years
I was just sitting on a shelf
Grafting tattoos on someone else
When my limbs sprouted fins
I made my way into the world
You offered me a potion,
You had water, I had sea
I thought my words would craft my fate
But it’s our gills who stir the world
I’ve lived for too many years
Peeking through keyholes in the sand
And unless I turn
I’ll sleep another thousand more
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