Prometheus by David Lucas Days away from then, the sticks beneath your skin quiver at the disquietude; the tremors that come to greet a bounded consciousness. The only act of war that can be enacted is drowning in a bath of pale cells despondent with wretched marrow. Asking only in desperate breaths to rip through the earth and glide upon the air going up and away to seize fire.
David Lucas is a poet from Youngstown, Ohio. As a child, David was diagnosed with ADHD and has lived with constant anxiety and distraction all his life. However, he considers his ADHD to be a massive boon in his writing, allowing his mind to be whimsical and aloof in its pursuit of poetic truth.