Ominous fear, hate of formless things,
squirms unbidden
to the surface of an unboxed grave
worming its way upward.
Fear not
are worms not of God?
Give shape the formless fears.
Disperse the miasma.
Confront the horror,
known and unknown
for are they not all creations of God?
Drive forward on butterfly wings
leave the cocoon of fear
the worms discontent.
Free mind and spirit
from the villains of despair
let...
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