This is..

What is this?
A Spark that grows and spreads it's torch-erous word, from a flame-throwing tongue?
Maybe it is just a Thought, that morph's for a living..or
A Dream of Vampiric proportions..
..the Shadows of it's Intent lie in waiting,..
..as it drains the Life out of my Hours..
And it won't die..
It thrives and evolves with the silent, dark known.
And It knows
That most likely, I will allow It to exist,..
And It allows me, in turn to know It is there..
"It" is what's nearly-possible,..
The shuffling deck of futures that ruffles it's feathers for me.
A Wild beast that flies without migration,..home in all places,..and therefore,
Nowhere in particular...can it belong.
A roaming-understanding,..that claims this World and the Next...
Alpha Female, giving birth to Freedom's Pack..
It growls and howls it's secrets to me,..
..and the Now is changed with the shading of the possibilities in the teeth,
..though not under foot, or paw.
But the Knowing,..is still full of The Forgetting as well..
As I take time to know the World,..I lose the time and myself that i seek..
For, I am changed with the options as they appear ahead,..
And i begin to forget the options as they existed just moments before,..
(Knowing makes us all liars and idiots and novices as we go.)
We pull as many of the clues as we can from the Shadows
When we are feeling brave.
I know I do.
Some days,..that Spark is what I use to light the Rocket to visit the Cosmos.
Some days,..that Bird of The Phoenix Clan,..paints the Truth in Flaming trails across my Heart and the Sky,..
Some moments,...I am made of tissue paper,..and cannot be too close to this bright thing..
Some moments,.. I am afraid of The Wild I was born from,..and don't want to be alone in the woods.. afraid of The Alpha..
I hear It's mournful howl,
..and the Cry chills my skeleton,..
And I begin to see my own Dark coat,..and the Sound heaving from my chest
that is Mine.
I am that Wild
That Chaos
That Question
That Answer
That Future
That Nothingness.