The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Backside of Fear

I’m getting my back back,
     My Mama says “There, there.” 
The world screams “Attack! Attack!”
     My brothers say “Here. Here.” 
All I can feel is this Hack’s hack,
     Fighting to breathe; “What does Fear fear?”
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