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Description
Yes,
From the inner series of traumatizing mind warps.

Inspired by the written forms of perceptions and perspectives of others. Even from persons of long ago.
As,
Prometheus Bound;

Prometheus (alone). O holy Ether, and swift winged winds.
and river-wells, and laughter innumerous
of yon sea- waves! Earth mother of us all.
And all viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,_

Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe on throe,
How wasted by this woe,
I wrestle down the myriad years of time !
Behold how, fast around me,
The new King of the happy ones sublime
Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me
Woe, woe! to-day's woe and the coming morrow's
I cover with one groan. And where is found me
A limit to these sorrows?
And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown
clearly all things that should be,
nothing done
Comes sudden to my soul; and I must bear
What is ordained with patience being aware
Nessesity doth front the universe
With invincible gesture. Yet this curse
Which strikes me now I find it hard to brave
In silence or speech. Because I gave
Honor to mortals, I have yoked my soul
To this compelling fate. Because I stole
The secret fount of fire, whose bubbles went
Over the ferule's brim, and manward sent
Art's mighty means and perfect rudiments,
That sin I expiate in this agony,
Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky.
Ah, ah me! what a sound!
What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen
Of a god, or a mortal, or nature between,
Sweeping up to this rock where the Earth has her bound,
To have sight of my pangs, or some guerdon obtain.
Lo, a god in the anguish, a god in the chain!
The god Zeus hateth sore,
And his god hate again,
As many as tread on his glorified floor,
Because I loved mortals too much evermore.
As of birds flying near!
And the air under sings
The light stroke of their wings,
And all life that approaches I wait for in fear.
~Elisibeth Barrett Browning, 1859

Description
Yes,
From the inner series of traumatizing mind warps.

Inspired by the written forms of perceptions and perspectives of others. Even from persons of long ago.
As,
Prometheus Bound;

Prometheus (alone). O holy Ether, and swift winged winds.
and river-wells, and laughter innumerous
of yon sea- waves! Earth mother of us all.
And all viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,_

Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe on throe,
How wasted by this woe,
I wrestle down the myriad years of time !
Behold how, fast around me,
The new King of the happy ones sublime
Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me
Woe, woe! to-day's woe and the coming morrow's
I cover with one groan. And where is found me
A limit to these sorrows?
And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown
clearly all things that should be,
nothing done
Comes sudden to my soul; and I must bear
What is ordained with patience being aware
Nessesity doth front the universe
With invincible gesture. Yet this curse
Which strikes me now I find it hard to brave
In silence or speech. Because I gave
Honor to mortals, I have yoked my soul
To this compelling fate. Because I stole
The secret fount of fire, whose bubbles went
Over the ferule's brim, and manward sent
Art's mighty means and perfect rudiments,
That sin I expiate in this agony,
Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky.
Ah, ah me! what a sound!
What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen
Of a god, or a mortal, or nature between,
Sweeping up to this rock where the Earth has her bound,
To have sight of my pangs, or some guerdon obtain.
Lo, a god in the anguish, a god in the chain!
The god Zeus hateth sore,
And his god hate again,
As many as tread on his glorified floor,
Because I loved mortals too much evermore.
As of birds flying near!
And the air under sings
The light stroke of their wings,
And all life that approaches I wait for in fear.
~Elisibeth Barrett Browning, 1859