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Jul 2020
the titan stares
into the sea;
hands in pockets,
feet bare to rocks,
coat gold and black.
his wrist scars itch.
belly trembles
as birds above
chirp with hunger.
he was the one
who, before thought,
thought to birth us
and paid with pain.
all for nothing.
the fire failed.
the fall is ours.
but his fingers
snap again and
a spark flickers
down the cliff walls,
to light ways out
yet unthought-of.
that’s who he is.
at least, we hope.
Written by
rig  25/M/portugal
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