upheavals

once upon a time,
the atog lived,
feeding on thoughts,
feasting on memories.

he was the wizard’s pet,
the sorcerer’s sagacity;
they took care of him,
and the atog was not choosy:
facts, or fiction,
it was the same to him,
patient he was,
standing still, waiting
in deep analysis,
in concentration,
for his time to pounce.

one stroke only,
a single upheaval
to cleanse the clutter,
was what it needed…

to shoot the stars.

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