I Am

Day Two

I Am

A tiny pokey bit flavoring a primordial soup.
A yellow eye imprisoned in my soul.
Quivering poison waiting for the downbeat.
Memory preserved by the smallest of crystalline grains protecting its collection.
The gasp of the artillery of death announcing its beginning.
A yearning deeply hidden within an uncracked heart.
Just an unassuming traveler hitching a ride.

Clove. Cyclops. Mercurial. Salt. Thunder. Acorn. Cowbird.
I am.

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