I am the warmth of the sun. 
I am the desolate cold depths of the ocean. 
I am the stillness of the mountains. 
I am the roaring engine of a dune buggy. 

I am the swirls of dirt it makes in the sand as it cuts through it. 
I am the capricious waves of the Atlantic. 
I am the lazy current of the Russian River. 
I am the one who knows that the Russian River is in California. 

I am the facts. 
I am the bullshit that we are fed to distract us from them. 
I am the righteous leader of the Bolshevik revolution. 
I am the liberator of the free world with democracy. 

I am the blind destruction of families and homes. 
I am the fire that burns these homes to ashes. 
I am the rains that wash the ashes back into the rivers.
I am the injustice of the world. 

I am the gluttony of the oligarchy, the ruthlessness of cancer, and at the same time…
I am the healing and divine touch of God. 
I am the vaccinated. 
I am the unvaccinated. 

I am the son who is estranged from his father, and 
I am the father who is trying the best he possibly fucking can. 
I am the mother and 
I am the pain she carries in holding the world together. 

I am Maskat’s radiating curiosity. 
I am Maskat’s blind anger, and 
I am his awkward love. 
I am Maskat’s ecstatic existence, and 

I am his depressing despair. 
I am optimistic love. 
I am cynical fear. And 
I am everything in between.