By Richard Mather
Torn apart by the titans within –
those subterranean lords lodged
in the primitive brain – we die daily,
daily inhabited by our body's own
destructors.
The titans do what they like:
they trample the borders we set
for ourselves and pass through
walls like revenants. Stuck and
upset, we call on a god to save us.
Our call is unheard; it is an echo
down the centuries.
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