It is in the words
Entangled around the syllables
Ballroom dancing with the consonants

It is in his smile
Covering his teeth
Sinking in the saliva

It is in the battle
Spiraling around the punches
Dangling from the swords

It is in the flames
Sleeping in the smoke
Eating up the wood

It is in the center
Handcuffed to a spotlight
Hanging on the edge

It is in the valleys
Offering up security
Diving into craters

It is in her hands
Nurtured over time
Delicate as a diamond

It is in the mind
Acting as the captain
Determined as the turtle

It is in his lies
Disruptive little hourglass
Dialing fast for backup

It is in the desert
Fading into graphite
Sitting for decades on standby

It is in the stars
Infuriating firewalls
Shining on its own

It is in their moonlight
Refilling the bottles
Solid ground to nomads

It is in the waves
Shaking every nerve in the system
Awakening the listless angel

It is in the throng
Jumping all the flowers
Standing behind the rain

It is in our hearts
Beating against the sand
Cursing at the shadows

It is in the ashes
Engulfing all the clouds
Rising from the fall

It is in the mirror
Staring at our fingertips
Quiet as veracity

It is in the snow
Tucked underneath the wings
Attached to the intersection

It is in the roots
Shouting out for placidity
Ready for attack

It is in her voice
Kicking at the culprits
Strangled by thunder

It is in the whispers
Focused on pragmatism
Stuck on a gray islet

It is in the bay
Hiding you from pollution
Resurrecting your soul

It is in his dreams
Convoluted pieces of glass
Frozen in a maelstrom

It is in the drum
Injecting electricity with a slice
Folding the ends of the page

It is in our blood
Building roads of iron
Twitching at the signal

It is in the trees
Swerving across the leaves
Sculpting all the bark

It is in the sun
Vituperative to the rays
Caressing all the flares

It is in the stadium
Crawling through the seats
Sneezing on exit signs

It is in her eyes
Rubbing against the pupil
Gnawing on the iris

It is inside of me
Nudging towards the surface
Peeling at the cells

It is inside of me
Lunging at my liver
Riding down my veins

It is inside of me
Causing all the ruckus
Denouncing banality

It is inside of me
Inscrutable as can be
Trying to find its route

It is inside of me

Begging
To
Get out