Into the dusty autumn's air, I breach,
A blissful whale, leaving the twilit Earth--
To suck the last nectar before entering the vortex of darkness.
Weightless like a feather, playful like a lad,
I, a cestarian, born on Earth,
Leap into the zenith of the angels and saints,
Then dive back to my planet,
Feeling the friendly breeze tickle my dorsal fin,
Tasting the vanilla flavor of the tetrosphere,
And longing to be reborn as a real blue whale.
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