fear

dream of standing on thin ice.
wake to crushing airless depth.
mirrors without reflection and
death are both fantasies of the
ultimate abandonment of self
without self and time outside
the turning of darkest heaven.
no refuge is enough and home
is long lost in a trackless wild.
clouds and thunder and water
and the earth all roll in waves.
everything is empty and alone.

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