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SuperHero

As a child mild daydreamin’ was never my thing/
I wanted to coast cosmic pathways and hear new worlds sing/
Living a mild life, see a screen reveal incredible stories/
for me, mere humanity was decidedly boring/
for, telekinesis I wanted to believe this/
moving objects with my mind to reduce hiss-/
ing, foes to rubble for me a continued trouble/
Was my evident lack of an invisibility bubble/
and villians in mask, i wanted to take to task/
with all the inhuman strength i craved i could amass/
Leaving mere mortals aghast,escaping bright energy blasts/
which would have destroyed any of the x-men cast/
and retorting, i hoped with teleporting, to regroup and reform in/
my privated cave or mansion before we storm in/
to the enemy’s fortress, but of course this is now without danger/
whether your identity be batman, superman or even lone ranger/
for despite your powers, abilities or just consumate skill/
your adversary knows your weaknesses and he or she intends to kill/
but thats all in the thrill for always at 11th hour/
would the plot’s ambitions, finally come to flower/
here with crowning glory,would the story reach its apex/
and I and my fellow heroes would reach their final test/
but sssshh, for I will not be spoiling that particular ending/
instead to our poem an allegorical meaning i’ll be lending/
for, I look back at that kernel of wonder at paranormal/
and see the tree that has grown which forms all/
of my inquisitive thinkin’, aiming to drink in universe and god/
started with a wish that i could walk the ways that superheroes trod/
for that part of me, that wanted to both save and escape humanity/
with superhuman ability, is the same part that searches to see/
that extra layer of truth or reality, or whatever you want to call it/
that I now realise is not the realm of caped heroes and dark forces/
but in fact a circle, more magic, more mystic/
in which for ages, sages have attempted to deign all of life’s secrets/
It is this sacred ground which is now my ever-present aim/
no longer do i wish to be masked marauder or caped crusader in that old superhero game.


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