Who Am I?
I AM A PHENOMENA; LIKE WALKING ON WATER WITH MIND OVER MATTER.
I AM DARK AND COMELY; FULLY COOKED AND DONE; BAKED BY THE SUBSTANCE OF THE
SUN. I AM A DISPENSER OF SOUND PROVERBS LIKE LIFE-GIVING WATER; A GIVEN GIFT
THAT SHALL NEVER FALTER. I AM A COMMODITY; A FORCE REQUIRED TO BE SEEN BODILY:
OR SHOULD I SAY A GODSEND; A DEMAND LIKE A SUDDEN COOL HAZE THAT DESCEND.
ONCE UPON A TIME, I WAS NOTHING IN THE SAND--REACHING MY END...THEN, LIKE A
PRAYING MANTIS WITH BENDED KNEES, I RAISED MY VOICE FROM THE EARTH, THE DARK
FILTHY DIRT, AND MY CRY SPURT, TOOK ROOT, SPROUT AND BLOOM: IT WAS A MASSIVE
EXPLOSION...BOOM, LIKE A FETUS FROM THE WOMB--OUT OF THE BOWELS AS FROM A
TOMB. NO, YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME FOLDING, SINKING, OR DOWNRIGHT LAYING DOWN TO
DIE...I'M SOARING UP IN THE SKY, WITH NO CAPE--FLYING LIKE A BIRD ON HIGH.
SO WHENEVER YOU WONDER AND PONDER MY EXISTENCE AS A LIVING BEING, BY ALL
MEAN, TAKE A SECOND TO REVIEW THE FORESCENE: BUT BEFORE YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M
THE TRUTH THAT'S COME TO LIGHT, BE SURE TO GRAB YOUR SHADES 'CAUSE I'M WAY
TOO BRIGHT!!!
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2010
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