The titan sags
slowly dragged
down to earth,
bloodied and
hollow eyed
defeated by
his own
coping mechanisms
all the strengths
that have served
him well for these
many years
turned against
him in the
end,
all those times
when he could have
used the small
critiques that
people were
afraid to give
him
looming so large,
amplifying gravity
at his feet
drawing him
with brutal
inertia toward
his messy demise
the titan succumbs
his own weight
finally beyond his
ability to sustain,
the simple drawing
of breath a labor
beyond his grasp,
who was once so
mighty on the
earth, and whose
voice shook the
air and made others
tremble with his
force
Patrick M. Tracy
7/3/12
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Across Inconstant Breath
Would that this skin this frail armor atop the husk of slow departure - Would that it held against the teeth of night's maw a...
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(in honor of the apparently, partially visible periods I use to alter spacing) The suggestions of gravity ...... Are sometimes taken and... ...
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Prove this with your science, Hercules, you with your trials and madness, soaked in the blood of the vanquished. Prove this with your scienc...
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The shapes of animals move against her skin in the dim light, the forest reaching out to touch the essence, sick with need like I was then, ...
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Strong feelings that seem to indicate an inevitable end. I wonder! M
Excellent!
I suppose we are all victims of our own coping mechanisms. A form of cruel irony I suppose. MT
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