I am the brilliant.
As I reflects with glorious splendour
the sun's warring charges
and the moon's gentle ardours.
Seeing the world through
sharp eyes and cool clarity,
yet moving with mellifluous wisdon.
I am the strong.
For the thousand houses
carried on my glistering back,
rocking to my whim and fancies.
Should Neptune wave his fork
I rise and the world feels
the spectre of my might.
I am the pliant.
Hold me in your hands like
the beloved heart in your palm.
Fingers tightened and
through them I run.
The heart once there
but never again.
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