Seeing through coiling mists
My eyes enwiden as if a sea
As tides of air break in
Giant sea turtles await
From root to red earth as if the sullen sand
The moar of giants woken from slumber
Ground grows long like vines
Embreaking with purple tipped flowers
Like lost treasures revealing after years
Of stolen taken from beauty
Titan’s bodies resting in the undergrowth
Each encrusted with penetrating gold
An arc of stolen sky’s
Shards of moon landing like snow
A chest never to be opened
A hidden valley, a cousin to Atlantis
Buckets of rocks scattered on the heads
They awake from live cold feet
And drained from storms that cry
God’s child, blessed by Gaia’s hand
A mind, a minion of Everest
A spirit lost in the labyrinth of embers.
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