Fill it up with cactus juice,
Blood from a finger’s bruise,
Semen from an echidna’s winkle,
Hair from a glaber’s crinkle,
A dash of pollen alloyed in gale,
Crushed shell of a willing snail,
Sparkling cement from a dead star’s ore,
And Flaming adhesive from a volcano’s shore.
Simmer some infinity;
Keep the concoction aside,
A new form’s in the vicinity;
Zero is tied.