The Gift of Fire

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Let inspiration strike me—
Lightning upon my winged chariot.

Let the embers of thought rouse my mind,
And provide the glow of accomplishment.

Let me nurture those fledgling ideas;
I’ll chisel my very own Galatea.

I will be a Daedalus of my time,
Create a labyrinth of my grandest dreams,

Unleash that hidden potential:
A Metis between my ears.

I am capable—
I am ready.

Prometheus, father of man
Deliver me, that forbidden flame.





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