I am

I am the baboon
on the squarely lit rocks
barking his lungs out
at enemies
he alone can see

I am the moon
over darkened pines
searching for the source
of all this light
that she only reflects

I am the drum
in the distant hills
and the hand
that beats me
never rests

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