You are lots of things

You are the impossibility of dark matter

You are the sound of birds singing and waves crashing

You are the light shining

You are the memory of a lost child inhaling in death

You are are the smell of a hope’s last breath

You are a snail as fast as a Formula 1 racing car

You are the bee’s sting

You are a crow laughing

You are the taste of an out of date date who went on a date, who’s out of date date was the date of 23rd November

You are the sound of a fire crackling

You are the distance between life and death

You are the ding before the ****

You are the angels song

You are tomorrow around the bend

You are this story’s end.