I hold three magic rocks, in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving reality behind, far behind.
once an eagle
with a clipped wing
attempting
without surrender to once again
command the infinite azure sky;
continually nosediving
whenever tossed in the air.
his convalescence
punishingly long;
now complete.
embarking on a mission
to quiet doubting Thomases
that sounded a death knell for him
and laughed him off as
a paper plane
incapable of flying
far beyond the horizon...
look at him today!
look at him soaring above
majestically;
his journey
from the depth of asperity
to the dizzying heights of majesty...
m a g i c a l:
almost miraculous.
he's withered
the slings and arrows of life
intact; he's in flight once again
a testament
to his strength and resilience.
discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
pulled out all stops
punishingly ravaged North Carolina
mercilessly didst wring
havoc bore out flooding
and proved accurate "NON
FAKE" fervent devout
alarmist theologians
appropriating weather forecasters dire
prediction as doomsday message
fore taste testing, telling, and texting
presaging Armageddon authored
by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
savaging, and torturing spite
fully sucker punching
swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
divine creator a bit uptight.
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