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Sitting with a burden
as big as Atlas bore,
staring at the walls,
Drinking enough dramas
to worship Dionysus
in a thousand halls

I have a responsibility
to duty as the Sirens call,
I miss the children
as much as the ones Rhea birthed
and like Chronos I devoured.

The tears fall enough
to fill Poseidon's Realm
thrice overflowing
Unfrozen my infinite time
marches on past Chronos
at his loathing.

And thoughts,
castrated seeds of Uranus
gave birth to Venus of love
who fought with Aphrodite
over Mars and Ares for the title

And like Aphrodite who
wasted her charms
On Narcissus
Woke to find her Adonis gone
to embrace combined
the three graces

Which woke the Furies
from their slumber
Who borrowed wrath
from Zeus's staff
Callously burning Circie
into my consciousness

I, Willed like Gaia from the pain
of nothing, to the pain of existence
Am fed and doted on strapped
in my little white toga
with buckles down the side.
Thinking I'm a God!

(Still working on it...)