I am the fire
and the earth and the
water and the air

I am whatever elements
Aristotle believed
comprised the universe

I glide smoothly over this world
(it's a circle after all)
Rolling along small sections of the circle
on my combustion powered cycle

Something out of a dark and mystic future
something from an archaic past
and I think of you always
and there is poetry in my blood
in my bones
in my frontal lobe

All my nerve endings
fluids
appendages
nails, hair
senses and sensory perceptions
are alive with an outlier perception
of alien, freedom

Air breathing itself without form
fire kindling itself without oxygen
earth suspending itself without gravity
water shaping itself with no container