ATLAS*

When my mind was made,

that i would be made,

nest built at a peak,

Vulcan’s quake as i speak,

and North star is my reach,

Globe lifted on shoulders,

and the bottom of the sea is where lays my lover,

Mind over body-yes,i thought it through

as an immigrant with a dream, well what was i to do

and i stayed firm and focused

humbly a’hocus for a pocus’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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