I give you three guesses and more, but
Even the oracle cannot make me out
The sphinx uses my mystery in riddles
I am dove, I am eagle, I am the sun
The forest is my son, the sea my daughter
I am the bread that you denied the hungry
The water you dried up to spite the thirsty
The gaping hole in the sky is my legacy
The polar ice caps sweating is my doing
I am the one here and over there
History is my handiwork, the future, too
I am the numinous, the ineffable
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