Mnemosyne

The slumbering Titans
have awoken
this, my child
is no mere token
For She has spoken

drum drum
beats on Our ethereal plum
that non-plus-sum

For in the beginning
there was only Chaos
from whose primordial mischief
Our eternal Titans rose

Yet one alone
is meant to compose

Mnemosyne,
mother of Our muses
eternally amuses
as she scolds us all
for our blatant
abuses

What was, what is,
what will always be
Mnemosyne
has always seen

Yet I dare you
to dream
child of Mine

dream of all
that can yet be
made sublime
by a much better
design

My most influential
mind
dancing
spinning
learning
growing

one more
beat

and then

you're
eternally
glowing.
 

X
1/6/2025

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James Allen

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