Fear is able to keep a dead thing alive
Fear is able to justify the mess you are clearly in
Fear changes the color of the sky
Fear kills the most tender part of your soul
Vulnerability cannot see this light
The light that lies to us dull and pale
Grows only that which kills
Feeds only that which we do not yet understand
If we could only hear what isn\'t said
and witness the radiance of the whole
We could split atoms with our minds
If only I wasn\'t prodded for an answer
If only my mind were water and mountains
I would see through my delirium as a kaleidoscope