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ode to fear
Part I Fear, I know you. You are my secret wound. You are a putrescent, honey droplet. You are a back-hand, hand mirror. Your name sounds like all, I have failed to love, and all, I have failed to fight for. You are neither being, nor doing, but a never, ending, undoing. You are a hand, a foot, a wide-opened mouth, voiceless. You are a broken branch. You are a serpent planted in the fields. You are a still-born wind, born at the bottom of the river. Fear, why are you here? Part II Fear, don’t you know, I can see you? I have seen you all my life. I see, in my, mind, you, watching me like a shadow in the shadows, standing naked save that red-parrot, feathered hat, old walking, stick, raged hunting dog, and white falcon. I see an old tree bent in the shade, with knotted branches for arms, toenails deep like roots, and fire-blue, indigo eyes molded from time itself. I see your grip on that bird-shaped, handled, walking stick, carved from a stolen Yggdrasil branch, and the veins that, like worms, roam the back of your hands. You ancient, standing tree, I see you pointing that stick at me for your hound to track, so, that your falcon can mount my shoulders and whisper your words. Part III Fear, there is no room for you on my shoulders, today. I do not want your counsel for you whisper it, not like others, by the ear, but from within deep, down like a fallen stone. In the past, you've turned my sword into a dropping hand, and my fingers into canaries. You left stones in my mouth, and where my heart once sat now stalks a dark, night-foot. So, falcon, take these grapes, carry them back to your master and be on your way. They are ripe and plump with ash and dust. Please take them and go, or I shall slay you complete and drag you back to that untouched corner of creation. Where there is nothing but fear; fear feeding fear; fear all around. Then, I will wash my weapons in the sea and be on my way. Fear! There is no room for you on my shoulders, today!
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