The Fearful’s Divinity.


It is only in fear,

Carried in the rhythmic pulses

That hums with us in dissonant, conspiring, & paranoid whispers

In glances from the corner of our blurry lenses

Lead by a conductor of lonelier crowds Asking of us an impossible resolution

That can make truth

Out of the most repulsive of fiction

Figurative until the very end of one last conclusion.

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