I'm a meticulously planned disaster counting cubes of color, yet I lack enchanted hue.
I wind and gyre, I parry and I flicker. I spray the ocean with desire and lyrical finesse.
The foam may din onto the supple champagne waterfront, but I... I elevate the mire from beneath the bounding main; true that it too craves to feast it's eyes upon the twinkling sapphire crest.
I replenish the winds that often make the trunks of trees sway: permanently nesting that way.
I created the grass that sought only to culminate -indulging children in their jest.
And yet, the heavens disseminate as I hail it to do my bidding. The leaves of autumn ebb; consuming the dusty terrain. I - myself - am the creator of all things imminently radiant.
I manipulate my personal nature to compete with that of high power.
I am myself, independent and ashamed of what I have become.
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