/ fear, something /

we, i
fear, my only fear
of this, too
much of it the same
as before, now
twisted bitter, less
oblivious
but before, now
heaped masses [heaping mass]
of solar flaring — singed
is my soul
should it exist at all?
we, i fear
something 
irreparable, perhaps 
not that
we, i fear
something else
has changed 
into what?
i imagine
we, i
hope [for]
fearlessness!
right? now!
yet we, i
fear…still fear,
something


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