I AM

I am silent.

I am tiptoeing, 

Through small waves,

Lapping around my feet.

I am crumpled.

I am like dried sponge,

Attached to sewing thread,

Pulling my stomach down.

I am tearing,

I am walking backwards,

Beyond rivers of ages,

Cartwheeling away from land.

I am water,

Running towards warm wax,

Reducing to melting tar,

Sticking in stone.