Fear & Love

As if fear and love were all there is,

Oppression strikes fearless in my century.

Lovely formed and wisdom opulent,

Our words cannot be dulled through the clang and thrash of



I am not dead, you were mistaken.

I am only sleeping, time-biding, waiting

For words to ring true and rattle home; pieces thought long lost.


And without hesitation,

And in throngs infinite seeming,

Things will not be as they are now;

Breath will flow freely.


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