All Nerd

This one probably won't mean much to anyone but me. Well, most poetry doesn't mean much except to the author. Anyway, enjoy. Or claw your eyes out to save your soul. Whichever you prefer.

All Nerd
by Soylent H

Spinning in my head, swirling:

all doubt
all pain
all sad

Scratching lines on the door, howling:

all rage
all angst
all despair

Standing on the roof, shining:

all fear
all hope
all brave

Coruscating bands of energy, singing:

all creation
all destruction
all change

Shimmering waves of power, humming:

All Potential
All Nothing
All Things

A beacon of omniscience, becoming:

All I want
to be
is the universe