My name is a lie, but that is not all: my shape, my outsides, my insides, my whole existence. I’m advertised as this, but the name is quite off base. Still, it’s fun to watch reactions during first-time tasting sessions.

Something is brewing in the open sea and yet the sailor dindnt fear me

I’m movement that is quick, irregular, like a burst. I’m what a flame does, when there’s a breeze you curse. Emotions that show on the face, very briefly, so fast that you question if they were there at all. A glimmer, a glimpse, a blink and you miss, unable to decipher the meaning, however small.

I mostly keep things to myself, but I have my occasional violent outbursts. Yet you tolerate them, a spectacle that is revitalizing for you, you say? I'm doomed to repeat this cycle. Drowning in my own incapacity

To place or to seat, Of a fowl, to warm. A ready your feet, or for numbers, a swarm. To duck 'neath the ground, for great lights above, Satisfaction, one's found, for their race, or their love.