Poetry

I am where you know now to find me.

Where I always was and will be.

Dreams could be falling. Thoughts would be silent.

Can you really tell them apart?

The winds will come your way...

And so will I.

Iron I seek not, I wasn't really taught to.

My dreams are colored of you.

"The end? It has been a loop since the beginning."

"Where are you?" 

Your intellect I need not.

There is no place for intellectuals here.

When you really forget to close your eyes.

When you stare too long at your device, Blink.

I lurk in the shadows of anonymity,

with my sword I write and rewrite your history.

I've never watched so closely, a being of your kind.

The more I peer, the clearer I see. 

I protect my seams and surfaces, 

I guard my core and fireplaces