Fear is trapped
in my limbs.
Fear lives in
bones of doubt
my muscles.
Fear is always
to remind me
that there is nothing
to be afraid of.
Which is not to say
that "nothing" is zero!


It's small wonder
only this fear
seeps in
through the
cracks, for I've
closed all other
shuttered doors
and windows
and more and still
it arrives,
a fear
more friend than
foe in the knowledge
it seems to know
of me.

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@tellio Oh yeah .. it worked. Layers on layers. Reciprocated with reverse media annotation. :)

in the margins of other poems ...


@dogtrax In other words, very funkadelic?

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