Titans Of October Poem by Troy Cochran

If Nature find me tight and deep submerged,
Let oceanic strength take hold of me: titanic,
Whole and purged.
I want to feel the jet stream in the rift
Of my Atlantic words,
And raise the broken tips of poor Atlantis
On full-tilting waves.
I want to feel the Titans of October
In the leaves around me rage;
Do battle with the blood of forces
'Hip! Hip! Hooray! ' -ing in my bloated veins,
And break the chains
That bind me to the limits of my sleeping brain.

To put it bluntly:
I want to change.
I want to cut myself and bleed on every page.