Foster thoughts of great achievements,
your cat's eyes through these tidal nights.
There never really has been any danger,
just grey spots and flashes of amber.
Just tired, from all these excuses for why
that spark was abandoned.
It's out there somewhere,
guarded by infant ghosts and trepidation,
waiting to be returned.
Only gravity can keep you down,
go from Hermes to Zeus, you are just as vital.
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