the fear rises up in me like the flame from the candle i stare at that flutters like a butterfly and gets me so anxious that i in my cautiously delusional state prefer to reject this needless hate it's a thick dark dungeon of doubt that's left me wanting without my needing to utter another word yet it's something i heard on the radio just yesterday as if history could have said it any other way
it rises up still and my only resolve whatever the cost is to let it evolve into compost into which i can sow and out of which i can grow