Breath of Poseidon
With spectral grace
A swirling dance
Of liquid light
Plays upon the ancient stage.
What was is not what is
What could be is untouchable
What dreams bring are illusions
Masking unbearable reality.
At the climax of the play
In a chariot of gold
The creator watches his last scene
And blows out the stage lights.
What is written cannot be undone
What will be lies dormant
The roles are cast
Backdrops hang like lucid ghosts.
Upon a solemn abysmal stage
A god breathes into his characters
An awakening breath and lights
Flood a realm no human will ever see.
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