You
You are the space between here and there, just moments mapped onto an indefinable line. 
You take the indefinite form of air. 
You have the power of a storm, manifesting itself against the shore, shaping it down.
You find solace in the desert sands.
You treasure the glass mirror that reflects your face.
You abhor the reflection.
You fill an empty room with pleasant tones, mellow, serene and playful.
You envelope your arms around a female form.
You drain blood from her body.
You wear a mask in the daily masquerade, what a pretty face you have.
You can’t stop.
You, it’s always been about you.
You were the matter, but you are matterless.
Your fear is your insignificance.
My fear is my significance.

Johanna Vanderspool 
Dec15, 2002