The zoologist studies the elephant
As I study myself

I'm trying to learn locations
Books upon my shelf

I loved Will Ferrell
In Stranger Than Fiction and in Elf

I'm suffering tonight
But, dear reader, I wish you health

                      And stealth.

Cold and hot
Opened and closed
Smooth and rough

I am so confused
What are you?
Light or darkness?

I ask no more
I just accept
You mysterious creature
A different nature
You come from both worlds
A love affair between the sun and the moon

I'm so tired
of wanting things
I will never have
gaining things
I will never want
and being left
with nothing

I am an empty helmet,
in the room of memories.
I protect the nothing and alive
but, to sing, I have only
the beating of an airless throat

It bears a secret,
so immense and heavy,
it’s worth a thousand keys.

And laden like a million treasures -
all locked in a lone chest.

To write of it,
taboo.
To speak of it,
blasphemous.
But a taste of it,
heavenly bliss.

So I bear its secret...
One that paints grandeur
and weighs a lifetime.
And it’s worth my every breath.