Lips trembling, face burning, heart pumping; The forces of id work relentlessly to overthrow reason from this temple – A strange unnatural heat spreads through the body like a spirit freed; Turbulence in the soul, sweat in the brow And vague senses of doom in the ears ring.
Man’s worst enemy is at work, wrecking vengeance On his conscious; Making me fear – anticipation of something that is perceived to be killing brings with it a poison far more galling than what it seeks to analyze – And makes me shun my most creative tool as greatest foe-my subconscious.
