A Frisson of Fear
A Frisson of Fear
by Rick Folker
I will not bow to
your idols of
hate
I will not offer prayers to
your false gods you
create
I will not kneel to
your toxic media of
lies, half-truths you
replicate
BUT ...
I will warm you
in the coldness of
a naked, lonely night
I will weep with you
when the weight of weeping
takes all our might
I will wake with you to
some distant future
and reconsecrate
Our shattered souls
In the balm of
day's first wake
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