I am like this: a sphere hiding in a sphinx.
I am abstract; somehow intact. Relax.
I am produced, induced, seduced, and burned.
I am a man, a fire, a hand, and care.
I am here now, here before, standing at the door.
I am a key, an eye, a ring, and more.
I am always too free. Too tired to see.
I am never yours, never theirs, never bored, or scared.
I am boundless, flawless, lawless; marvelous.
I am creation that consumes to impress.
I am a protocol that runs like clockwork.
I am destruction that carries you till death.
I am finite waves seeping till bedrock,
I am fountains in spring; trickling, endless.
I am the joy of discovery. And lost dismay.
I am human. Know me. Read me. Be you.