Mother


Did you want to mother my eye?

Father my child?

Move my mountain?

Gloss the finish on my soul?

I'll find the needle's eye

March my camel through
Hold asteroids in my fingers
Burn my palms
Build my own galaxy

One small part of my brain is 
Spiderman, 
Superman,
 Wonder Woman, 
God.

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