the creature II

each passing day, more and more, the creature pulsates, like the beating of a heart perhaps it IS the heart and the poet dare ask, what is the creature? shall we whisper the quetion? in fear of the awakening but it remains a question nonetheless the poet knows, yes the creature has awakened for the words have been said and now we wait one day, perhaps the danger one day, perhaps the shame one day, perhaps the majesty one day , perhaps the ultimate glory one day, the creature manifests