Atlas

Great bald eagle flies towards endless horizon Above the mountains sun has risen Below runs horde of bison The colors whether spring or fall spirit can brighten Atlas on his shoulders has weight of the world His muscles are burled His soul impaired He is one step away from the underworld But the one who caries world’s weight Will be first through heavenly gate He will not be victim of his fate Like the eagle he will soar, brilliant strong and great Beyond increased continuity Beyond discontinuity There lies key That is above whims of destiny When sky is about to fall The one who holds it will go to winnowing hall Because to free the soul He will step outside of his very soul