The Thing With Fangs

What Beats Inside.

I wonder

What it is that beats inside me.

I ponder

What it is that is beyond my bones and my blood.

I wander

To the depths in search of that secret.

It's yonder

To the reaches of the blue sea above.

I'm under

The clock of mortality that ticks inside me.

I'm over

The fear of withering out.

I long for 

Wings to catch the air that seems to fly past me.

I discover

Wings in the secret of the depths beyond.

I'm sunlight

In a grove of jasmines.

I'm shadows

In the stretch of dawn.

I'm tides

Crashing against the shore and pulling out.

I'm lightning

Crashing through a dark sky in a whip of light.

I'm ice

With eyes that are cold and a heart that's numb.

I'm fire

With eyes that love and hands that hold.

I'm aether

The breath and life of the universe.

I'm stardust

The blood and bones of the galaxy.

I am

And that is all there is.