Omnipotent Poetry


I put Atlas to shame by juggling the solar system with perfect precision.
I make the impossible look easy, the inconceivable, a common occurrence in my daily endeavors.
I swallow lava for breakfast, your wildest fears for lunch and still have room for an Alpha Centauri feast. 
You shouldn’t fear me for I am love, but respect me.
I am rash.
I make my home on the cusp of gargantuan mountains where only geese can call my name.
The wind, my sole companion and the cold I call my kin.
I walk for days on end and feed off nothing but a song,
Whilst I slowly fade inside my shell as nothing but a poem.


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