# Sylph

Author: Matt Foxwolf
Tags: Magic, Poem

#3 of Po-eems

Written this past summer.

Sylph

It's only the wind...

Bodiless in flight, immaterial in falling  
Beautiful to behold yet equally appalling  
From what titanic loins did you children spring?  
Progeny of Cronos, do you scour what you touch?  
Whelps of Odin, do you give or bring word?  
Do you not wish to be seen, because you are always heard?

Vessels of the voice and of music,  
Carriers of truth and lie,  
Invisible, invincible, infinite  
Ever flowing and always touching  
Like an old friend, like a young lover  
Sometimes hateful, sometimes hurtful  
Above victim's corpses do you even hover

Call out a name, you call back in like a voice  
A god roars, you equal in tone and temperament  
As you push away water  
As you shove into fire  
As you devour stone, wood, and dirt  
You will remain

Invisible, Invincible, Infinite

It's only the wind  
You are only the wind  
The wind is only you  
are the wind  
and the wind  
Is you

Spiral into eternity, eternity's spiral

You will consume everything  
In your mouth of time  
Air

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