The poem is an egg.
You can hard-boil this poem or you can grow it.
This poem is a virus.
You can kill this poem or you can spread it.
This poem is a tardigrade.
You can send this poem into space and it will survive.
This poem is xocolatl.
You can drink this poem.
This poem has loved you since the day you were born.
This poem hates your enemies.
This poem knows your fears.
This poem has the same fears.
This poem is fear.
This poem is vengeance.
Do not fear this poem.
Love this poem.
Hate this poem.
This poem can be everything you need it to be.
But only if you keep this poem going.
Because this poem is you, too.