Today you are a lost little boy.
Climb into my lap -
I will stroke your back and whisper tales
of a superhero I once knew.
His mind was as vast as a universe -
it was his shield, his weapon, his nourishment.
Not quite omniscient,
but somehow nearly omnipotent,
he deftly maneuvered the whims of his enemies, his suitors, his subjects.
He was gentle and gentlemanly,
powerful and empowering -
effortlessly guiding us all toward higher grounds, brighter lights.
Your body aches from the strain of carrying the world on your back,
so I cradle you in my sky-sized embrace
and rock you to sleep.
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