I am the warning growl

I am the ripe cherry that detonates a hungry mouth

I am an electron’s spin

I am one thousand roses smoldering

I am a cold stone tor

I am that which left its cage door swinging

I am the boiling surge

I am solid ground and the fist that pounds it

I am laughter’s swell

I am rising smoke on the eastern horizon

I am boredom’s destroyer

I am a hymn in the wasteland

I am owl sight

I am the tremor of a hoofed stampede

I am the blood of multitudes

I am all that is nameless and can never be named