if i ever see the sun i will die don't call me ugly because its a lie and i can't hear your insults you're a mile up high and the ocean devours any tears that i cry just don't take my picture when i'm so dry

In mythology, I am part lion, part goat, and part serpent. In biology, I am born in Petri dishes from mingled cells. Symbolically, I represent chaos and unrealistic dreams.

I have no voice, yet I make eyes speak. I have no blade, yet I cut deeper with patience. My center is never reached in one step, Only uncovered by surrendering pieces of myself. I am not what I seem when whole, But only understood when I fall apart.

I have a beak, but not a bird. I have ink, but write no words. I have arms, but fingers not, and on the floor I'm hard to spot. What am I?

I come when crops are ready, I gather what was sown. I take the fruits of patient work Before winter's first wind has blown.