i am afraid of losing belief.
the security of knowing what's next.
the blanket that wraps me in "it's all okay's"
and the finality and purpose it gives me.
i am afraid of time and space
that i'm running out and not taking up enough
that i take up too much and selfishly exploit
atoms and molecules that suffer my voice.
i am afraid of being wrong
building a house on a foundation of sand.
the flawed nature of perception
and the innocent guilt of man.
because we craft our crafts with careful methods,
methodically making art.
creative creatures crawl the cosmos
dependent on fragile hearts.
no, literally--i'm not being poetic,
our hearts are just vessels and tissues and blood
and our brains are the most understandably complex organ
that rattle recklessly in thin skulls.
what's next? immortality gets dull
and makes our lives specks
but death is terrifying
to think that i won't exist.
pressure, compression, suffocation, endure
the need to create something to last forever
because i won't. i am timed, i am a bomb
waiting to explode and hope
my shrapnel falls into place
my wreckage as art, not my heart
because i won't be here forever, so something needs to.
we can't just not exist can we?
there's got to be something.
i am afraid because i do not know
and i'm losing my mind,
suction, vacuums of space and time
black holes, black souls, grey tones, white bones
i weave a tapestry of insanity
because i can't sew together reality.
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