Deep Down In Your Lodestone Soul

Deep down in your lodestone soul do you really feel, can feelings reach the seething magnetite that's there? The id's a sedimentary self, brain's current of book-keeping; is the cloth rent now, is the battle nearly won- Does it see only what the gatekeeper permits, or are there holes shot through, rivets of shining light; can anything penetrate without permission, Deep in your ravaged countries, your sublimated populations. And who are all those tiny cells working for, those nameless trolls, laboring in service of you- You, their only god, remembered bravely second to second, their steady fires burning tiny holes deep within the veils of your sleeping.