082: deathless

Sitting on the head of a pin,
lodged inside some ant's muzzle,
resting deep within the yolk of an egg,
still waiting to be borne of a quail,
a quail trapped in the gullet of a plump fox,
who hibernates in the insides of a bear,
who,
in turn,
is locked away inside a metal cage,
sealed away in the otherwise empty shipyard container,
buried deep beneath the ground in an artificial cavern,
on a lonely island devoid of any life,
in the greatest expanse of otherwise empty sea...

...that is where you will find my very soul,
patiently waiting.