I’m frequently awakened from tranquility like a lunar lander disturbing eons of silt by the sound of a murderous horn sticking the stillness like a slit throat erupts a desperate moan caught there the motorist is a man, made foul like everything possessed, just ours a moon, an animal, and empty road drive your soul…
Fear Not
Fear notIn breath there is hopeDon’t trembleIn arms there is strengthDon’t stumbleIn legs there is a wayDon’t despair In the jaw there is courage Don’t weepIn eyes there is compassionDon’t fallWith my back I will carryDon’t quit In thought there is resolve Don’t retreat In touch there is connection Don’t subtract In morning there is a day Don’t…