This living rock,
whose slimy tongue
speaks from an ancient time,
in rainy accents
spawns offspring
and meets them as they climb.
This ouroboros,
the mating meet,
that joins their destinies
a sedimentary union,
tip to top enjoined,
in polar trajectory.
They journey long
to find their mate,
movement defined in years,
for inches are too long
in traveling for
this wonderment of tears.
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