Dream of Theseus
All the heroes
are on the screen,
no one dares to
counter them.
Slim enactments
of the valiant steed,
they're reigned in
and cut to size.
The forgotten burrows
of the old and wise
have caved in
to the pressure of now,
Something must break
to get out of this dream
the white bull of the sea
has bestowed.
A poem inspired by a passage from The Hero
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