Friday, March 22, 2013


It was just foolish old Fear.
It had followed me for years,
and yet I had never seen it
as it really is,
but yesterday it screamed in pain
as it prepared to die.
It didn’t actually die,
but simply disappeared,
like subsiding haze,
or a wordless summer evening.
It was dressed in scraps,
its bones twisted,
its face like dusk as it disperses
among the limitless stars.

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