Every time I tried to blast off I felt it rattle me My craft stretching dotted parallel lines across the mental horizon I was quickly reminded what I had hid inside had come to bide me Ride me tightly its igniting drive whipped at my nerves twitched for me dancing phalanges Melodies crashed at me leaving the hastening mental wasteland, vast, hoards of boars and buffalo set in an orchestra

Their wild arhymic beating pounding my mental ear, ear-drumming like a bumbling tympani Each gust of wind a vortex of atonal chorus a board of schromgus
Ever plentiful, overcrowding its overflowing host with the ghosts of dissonant interval notes shrieking souls leading voices to their aimless melody

Wild hallucinations for those ancient sapiens or distant aliens This thickening pounding mental cacophony was perhaps the command of a calling God The call of Apollo, leaving my voice mail ringing to let me know I was neglecting quota

Chants of the ancient evolving Australopithecus dancing by the first fire I was taking hints listening closer, tuned into the frequencies breaching me Like Pythagoras diving into theorems dividing that doubling unison Scaling the mountains of questions Of placement and arangement as I began to grip lucid of this fountianous universe I sensed a glimer, a rhythmic center but I was tasked with the mass I was the Atlas

Each passing day I found myself dedicated to the training Motivated by the waiting chaos of the singing of the great beyond The messages meshing with the actual, the rational, egotistical reasonable Absorbing this nonsense into its methodical process Turning mush into sonatas of virtue Language languishing as the two sides clash to compute

What can be described becomes imbibed in the vibe The boars march like soldiers as they trance across the rolling landscapes This imagined universe flows and ebbs in every scale you can meter The buffaloing buffalo pery ringing blows as swords chime in time with the way they make him feel This atonal mush growing into a sculpture Vultures skid graceful on the gentle waves of energy passing through the shrinking abyss

But still Atlas shrugs and must strain to tame the chromatic slop, mine for greater gleams force its dendrites to retain the biases, force itself to find a place to bind receptors from different centers Analyze with perfect certainty everything it finds to fly so beautifully Forcefully dephile old notions

Atlas must whip ocean waves crashing on the eroding lands His hands gesticulating wildly Break Dancing to the beat of his thundering boom boxing Sending gusts across the dust

His brain a train station for inflating receptors as those dendrites strike hot guiding tracks Each echoing things he learns from the universe or what he sees on earth Life lives and dies with the turntable scratch Only when he knows his purpos, he can balance so easily as he breakdances to the beats of striking quarks on a universal scale his wild eyes light up his face and the skies gloom and brighten when he blinks Finally he takes the Earth and sends it dribbling Cosmic energy flowing as it clashes past fragments of the galaxy He has ascended. There's nothing demi about this God

The gods too vibe with his funky flow, irading the cosmic backgrounds as that boy gets down It's crazy because Ares jealous by the way Athena twerking with Aphrodite On Zues who suddenly shooting lightning at the planet! And you know Atlas had to clap back with that distrack! And the opps is watching because Artimis pulls her bow back You don't wanna see what happens when these cats get to fighting over scraps the Titans told them to box for

(I'm going to redraw this image when I polish up my ddrawing chops!)