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murmurs of the reptile brain

low-throated rumbles from below

blind stirrings in the belfry

           deep need struggles through

                  wet mesh network of flesh and nerves

          driven to imprint itself upon the means of its expression

                              rhythms of the animal brain

dreams washing over sleep

          waves breaking on the shore

          light coming and going

the face of the True God

glimpsed

                                        then forgotten

                                        awakened to the face of fear

Hell can only be

if at the core of ourselves

we are only ourselves.