Fear

Spirits

I’m seeing more somethingsin the sighing airDistances to dramas,beatific in their flash,are shortened.Though I once feared the fear,lungs of sponge breathe it in,baptizing its fire,and I am well.I am well.

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Doctor Doctor

cigarette burnsunder the sheets the temporary bee stingsof random needlings pinpoint pricks purposely playedbait for a loon’s scratchings mad reveries in broad daydraw attention to comic despair Oh Doctor DoctorCan’t you see me burning burningCan’t you see me burn?

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Tremble

Does it rush at you, too quickly and sinister, as if lying in wait for a wakening? You had a fondness for a thing ambered now, in its beauteous fade. What’s left for us, after such withdrawal, stewed, now, in the certainty of worry? Chastened in the land of hurry.

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Sense you all

You won’t have to tell me how to touch. Where to begin. What emboldens, or brings wild abandon. With ease do i see your gilded cage and its fearsome keeper. And, we know why rules were made, don’t we? Your measured steps tell of fear, not of love. I have a fear too, but of […]

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Cadaverous

In the wrenching spell of nightmare, something cadaverous, phosphorescent on the forest floor. Bleached as if drowned and months missing. Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing. Tell me it isn’t you. Tell me. Oh, my love. My life.

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