At first, I am flooded with fear.
At first, I am attacked by anxiety,
stricken and bare naked underneath.

Hopefully, I am reminded I am hidden.
Hopefully, the calm will set in,
before I get sucked into paranoia.

I become like an animal: hurried and afraid,
until I'm safe, and I am flooded with feelings of love,
overcome, at the memories edge of a lake.

I am humbled, and I cry out in wide eyes and hunger.
"You can't trust violence," is my rolling home thunder.
At home de-evolving into retrograde mouse brain.

Be gone! The devil speaks backwards on Tuesdays.
Be gone, blasphemer! Your mother sells fruitcakes!

01/21/2015

Posted on 01/22/2015
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