I am
I am the paper on your desk,
the pen in your hand.
My hair is thicker than a lion's mane,
my fingers are the keys
on your grand piano.
I am the stormy clouds
that vibrate through your house.
I am the animated pixel in your TV screen.
I am the unseen colour in the rainbow
high, high up in the sky,
the one that would break your heart to see.
I am one particle somewhere in space,
I'm the piece of string you estimate
my length.
I am a shape shifter.
I could be the mirror in your room,
or the radio in your car.
I am the keyboard by your computer,
I am addicted to the creatures of the night.
I am from
I am from the patch of ink on your paper,
the thought and imagination it leaks.
I'm from the voice of a colourful painting,
I'm from the shadow where your echo creeps.
And I'm from silent, dormant
and waiting to burst.
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