I am fire and brimstone
I am thunder and lightning
I am the sharp edge of a katana
In postmodernist shackles of implausibility

I am volcano
I am whirlwind
I am warrior

I am your nightmares’ nightmare
I am beyond bounds
I run along the milky way
For a morning jog

I am primal scream
I am hurricane
I am hunter

I am chaos
I am creation
I am the unploughed field
The potential waiting

IT IS UP TO YOU

If the plants growing in the field
Are sweetcorn or thorns
If it rains blood
Or warm gentle drops nurture your soul

IT IS UP TO YOU
WHAT YOU SoW

Do you sow your fears?
Do you sow your nightmares?
OR
Do you sow your hopes and dreams with love?