Fear not

Concurred worlds such as these, incurred
Stretch out only in mind
And thorough constant memory
And considerable adaptation, often hold

As the army of creation marches on
Towards the rounded everloving demise of me
So this uniformity of us marches there without toll

Paying nothing
Saying nothing

And to no one
In particular

We grow old before we can realize that fear
Held nothing but the bitter cold