Answer:
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
I hide but my head is outside.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
Often cooked as fillet, this meat comes from an animal that swims underwater.