The Fear Of Nothing
And I felt the pulsing, the pulsing.
A child, happy as hell:
And I listened in. I heard
A dark dead grey dread something
and the distant laughter: like the booming
And the flashings, the faces, the waking to eyes in a head from which
Yes, it took many years. Gone. (Gone).
She tries to read now, murmuring, muttering.