Third Sun Rises

There is an old giant
who knows no surprises,
sleeps two days
and on the third sun rises

Plateaus were once mountains
that he squashed flat
and the seas are where
he washes his hat

He's so giant, in fact,
that he can't be seen
And it's impossible to explain
what that even means

The Kraken of lore,
we know that's not true
Funny, because that's what
this giant thinks of you

To him our story
has come and will go
Just another tale
in the endless flow

So he sleeps and rises,
he sits and he waits
And he won't be sure why
until it's probably too late

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