A Poem

i am the rivers, the purple crested sunsets, the four winds unleashed with fury into crescendo.
blazing orange fire, rocks and clay.
the moon bow and it's reflection.
a dream and insomnia.
the movement and the energy.
inertia and chronos.
a delicious sustenance and dissatisfied famine.
terrible and wondrous.
all the world reflects in me and it makes me confused because i forget the remembering.