I am the water that trickles down your throat With each gulp you drink into me-I satiate I am the air your lungs breathe in and out Filling each breath only to be expelled consistently I am the empty space between your blinks The lacuna that widens your range of sight I am the sun that beats down on your coat Nourishing your cold bones- becoming emaciate I am the moon pulling the ocean in and out Mystifying your unmitigated thought persistently I am the matter surrounding all you think Which must cause you quite the horrid fright