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SuperEgo

I spew forth wisdom in prisms of light configured
In 360 degrees and in the midst of knowledge
Surrounding my head as assuredly as pristine
Halos anoint the scalp of the highest angel in the sense
I am above Lucifer and can command the trumpet
Of Michael the archangel and in the heavens stars
Concede to my passing as I shift shapes and with
The whisper of my vocal chords the wind is hushed
How blessed to be given the power to train the sun
To rise and fall or coerce the moon to spin a little
Slower than the most beautiful ballerina on an
Unseen axis and the ovation is deafening from
The flapping of a million wings from one half
Of a million birds as I scatter the summer in
Bunches and string fall along with movement
Of my fingertips and how the oceans wax and
Wane with the climax of my emotions as the crust
Erupts and spouts forth land masses from its depths
As though I thrusted my hand into the deepest sea and
Grabbed the soul of the earth through its chest and
The currents move in sync with the racing of my blood
And I feel the pain as a deer runs for its life and
The prowlers of the mighty woodlands ravage its flesh
But its last cry dies on my lips as its heart is slain
And the clouds hide the sun and swirl with mixed
Momentum to the witnessing of such savagery as I
Plug in the Northern lights and pull a black curtain
Over part of the world and children sleep easy
And coddle their thumbs in sweet rest as they dream
Of rainbows and candy rain or cooling waters
Sprinkled lightly from a mountain waterfall that
Sends summer’s heat to seek refuge and I
Wrap comets around my finger and fling around
The earth as lazy as pinwheels in March winds
And I glide through hemispheres on the strength
Of lightning bolts and thunderclaps call forth
Fallen soldiers and martyred comrades from an
Ageless sleep and I still vacation in the outermost
Galaxies several billion light-years away but return
With accuracy to hover above pyramids at midnight
And send ancient power to the innermost chambers
And gather the prayers of followers from submerged
Mayan temples and gather ashes from Pompeii to
Sprinkle about the heights of Killamanjaro and
Everest until the cycle has been restored and the
Balance relinquished back to Eden.


Let it be perfectly clear that I am royalty. I have been granted the power to command all things on earth and all angels and spirits in all realms. I have been granted the gift of speech and the strength of knowledge steeped with the guidance of His spirit. I am not bound to reside in the pettiness of this world. I have already conquered every situation that shall face me. No, I am not powerless and weak. I can shatter mountains with the faith of a tiny mustard seed and I can certainly destroy all negativity that crosses my path. People and their attitudes are small compared to my visions and my destiny in this Life will not be determined by any faults in my past. The future will be forced to greet me with open arms and apologize for doubting the resilience lodged in my bones. I refuse to fail and success is not an option it is a certainty. Struggles bring about wisdom and give strength to my fortitude. No one is equipped to stop me. No fear can paralyze my motion and no reflection on memories can outlast the vivid high definition of my future. I am royalty.

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