Atlas

Atlas is often thought of as holding up the world on his shoulders; according to the original myth, though, it's the sky. You wouldn't think it would be so heavy.

Standing by the strait Gibraltar
staring at the boundless sea,
mocked by wave and unchained zephyrs,
let this burden pass from me.

Not the earth, but boundless Heaven
bows my shoulders, bends my knee.
Heavier than solid matter,
let this burden pass from me.

How long do I have to stand here
sky-supporting, like a tree
aged, immortal, tired but endless?
Let this burden pass from me.

Sentenced as a Titan rebel,
till a hero set me free.
Hercules raised up two pillars,
and let this burden pass from me.


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