fear is like a stone
what a stone is
not a thing
but observable
a part of gravity
in that around it we fall
part of time
meteorites and melted stars
things we're told of and say "we know"
as the gods
we know their names which we have learned
but before we learned their names
they were larger
they held the space beyond the edge
we filter out
to see
fear is
our friend
in the lion's thicket
and we hold it too long
the wrong talisman
when the new gasses have begun to burn
we call our fear love
I've seen you do so
and I've learned to follow
that stone
which is
beyond our presence
is
snow will fall
whether we love or no
whither you go
or i
the snow has held the memory
or foxes feet
and rabbits jump
creatures I don't see pass in the old hours
but pass the same
as white as a plaster cast
as though
the memory of rabbits
fell by flakes fall
from the moon
that stone
which has been so many known things change
and was
before knowing death
become
Maya
Munnin
Moon
memory
the space between without
the source the brilliant web
and the reflection of wordmaking
where light is invisible the charted stars
as though it were dark before birth
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