My Grandiose Theme

Inhale painful memories. Exhale inhibitions.    
Take in the earth and breath out the sky.    
   
Beheld in the open medium of space  
with the world beneath the Napoleonite moon.    
   
My grip is strong.    
My eyes are weak    
and tear at the most mundane convection of downdraft wind.    
So the planet is my pedestal,    
and the wind are the chariots of cherubim racing in circles of my feet.    
   
I do not breath oxygen. I breath space-time    
and expand in light-year units.    
   
But you are Terra.    
Though you are small, you are the precious thing in my hand,  
even awhile I pull on the cosmic folds of Eta Carinae.    
   
Here my grandeur isn't stifled by fickle emotion.    
Inhale painful memories. Exhale inhibitions.    
   
Still, I love my Mother Earth.    
Greatness homes where greatness stands.    
   
And once I have ruled the world from above the consecrating clouds of absorption nebula    
from where there is no light,    
I will revisit the dirt in which I was born  
and claim myself a bride.