Paused in the sky for only that moment
Bleeding and on fire
I was losing my grip of Pegasus reins
When I asked who I was to you
The spinning wheel never fails
Tireless weaving threads in cosmic soup
My hands forever scarred
By human limitations of heart and mind
I am not Athena
Nor child awaiting Myth's Awakening
Post counsel and calculations
Before fire ritual
My five-year-old self caught me
Carrying a Monarch in each hand
Respecting the space of man
While sleeping gently through the night
Dreams tell me truth
Trust tangible syllables, flavor, pain
Colored in empty boxes in spaces
Where Time never lies
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