more to fear than fear

i. each second to aching the gravel washed throat there's pacing there's pacing and myriad crows with stutters and scraps peeled from yesterhour's hesitance scrabbling for minutes to catch your collapse in there's reason conditionals doubts insurrections that only hear messengers after they're strangled there's scouring arteries for hints of courageousness pummeling wind with lungs sick with advances that cannot escape a chest riddled with conscience that's dreaming of longing pinned to the mattress,

ii. apprehension riots like snow in your pores, the cleave of steel at the nape of resolve slumbering off its last facade between twitching fits, your flesh or your pride, leave forfeit leave trespass hang your remorse, leave rivulets arabesques levy your course with every iota that mottles your way forget here, the after, the marrow, the clay,

iii. we dream feeders night creepers slow fevers parade through abandons companioned with tramping malaise we burrow take furlough when furrows resist us flood mind fields with low-yield intentions our business divides men incites them and folds when their visions outpace the surfeit of our busy fingers,

iv. once upon a whatever there was a sound that nestled in the lunulae of a vagrant dawn, now every missing morning it grows a smoother tune, alabaster to outlast memories of a muse who swayed like heavenly reeds, held the sound's head like a lyre, plucked its psyche with dexterity that imbued the sound's untiring form with rhapsody, with rapture pure as promethean flame, an incense unrivaled, olympians clamored, boar ripe with entheogens hooves born of atropos the muse caught in their subsidence played to the bone while the sound with a governed voice swore never again,