I see derivatives and you renal when we see calculi
Should have held on tight when we had thing, I let loose I'll retrieve what I buried when I get close, No different from a dog, a nuzzler
Shall you find a biznaga then follow your fourth sense, for that's where lies my chalaza
All that is but a lost sailor, hoping you'll see the tip of his jibboom
I attempt to code this poem so everyone will understand the message but only she could make 100 percent meaning, if she ever comes across it. There is a name.