Some answers to the question

...some quasi-random thoughts in answer to the question posed by JMG / Sartre: "What am I?"

I am a city of cells,
a complex set of appetites,
in motion slaunchwise through time.
I hunger.
I am a rather large Consumer.
Of Air and Apples, Sin and Scents,
I have some Knowledge.
Water composes much of me.
I make Earth,
I require oxygen
like dragons and all other slow Fires.
I am elemental, my dear Watson.
I am plasmid, inclusive;
also, a knot of nots.
I am skin’s deeps.
I am a yelp and a hallelujah,
a structured prison and its blue prince;
I am becoming overcoming,
a doingness of nothingmuchness.
A who and a which are my antecedents;
I have ancestral lines.
I am the mine of mines, mining all the time.
I am the tock following the clique,
the central sentience,
and the undercurrent of thought.
I am sense, sensing, insensibly.
I am, am I.