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Fears

everything is crushed
pursue your pigeon holed direction
I’ll drop you in a crevasse
you can boss me around
dance around with a crown
but you’ll receive your due
I am pursued by nothing
but I keep on running
right towards my fears
to shed light on darkness
they all have no substance
I wonder how much I can endure
nestled in pockets of air
surviving after avalanches
they behead me
these royal cards in an afternoon tea party
use my head as bowling
but I always draw breath
by some lottery draw
the fates give me reason
for keeping an even keel
on downy pillow clouds
too often fallen through

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