Poem 8 suggests something of monstrous size and power. Sometimes things of the most monstrous size and power can be small, concentrated, and full of enough energy to exceed their initial movement. A word to the wise…

“Behemoth”
Who am I?
I know.
Do you?
You don’t, yet.
You’ll see.
Unless, I swallow myself up first.
Entirely possible.
Who was I?
I could never figure it out.
Did you?
You didn’t.
I guess I didn’t do what I said I’d do.
Who will I be?
I’m scared to try.
You don’t know either?
What the hell is going to happen?
Who am I?
I know, and I don’t know.
Do you?
Maybe, you’ll find out.
Count on it.
Count on it.