Fear grips one ball

fear of fear another.

they squeeze,

you squirm.


heart restless,

gut rests less,

naked in the streets

or plunging from the mountain.


there she stands,

words are forgotten,

man becomes ape,

inarticulate yawp-ing ensues.


a primal dance with words

flailing arms abound

Oh! Its just a bug, squash it !


Oh! You were the bug,

too bad.


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