On Fear

And I flow like a stream

In imperfect sinusoidal waves

Crashing against you. You’re static.

You’re always there. Reliable.

And I flow, and flow. On and on.

And you’re still there. The same.

You’re an artwork of my dynamics.

You’re all parts that I haven’t eroded.

You’re slowly weathering into dust.

What will I do without you?

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