Fear Eats the Solar System

Fear eats the solar system orbiting the hasty heart, consumes essential logic and the reason of the mind, corrodes a sense of clarity and strikes the sighted blind, sucks blood out of the judgement bones until they fall apart. Drives nails into the coffin that is buried premature, confuses with an apprehensive virus of infection, snaps it's jaws at empty air and advocates rejection of all that is defined unknown, of all that is unsure. Fear eats the solar system, hungry and a touch insane, yet spares a lone manoeuvre that the hasty heart can do, to hold and look into itself and to itself be true, for fear faced and laid to rest allows the truth remain. And in that truth the future lies entwined with what is known, a context fashioned sensitive to love and life and faith, is it to be or not to be, reality or wraith? the answers lie in each of us, in each of us alone.