Fears, Made Tangible
By lupus tenebrae
I fear the room encroaching like
a serpent on its prey.
I fear the imperfections I'd
observed in moment's glance.
I fear the rampant unknown
waiting just beyond the door
or the lending hands of strangers:
clasping mine and poised for dance.
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