Five…one

I am not an anxious person. Faced with illusory conspiracies without cease; the play of hallucination, imagination, fantasy; in those intervals splitting seconds, the unending sighs of time between heeding and response; all perceptions entranced by synaesthetic authentications; convictions everlasting, locked from forfeit, certain beyond faith, logic, or conjecture, not to be forsworn; even though; despite and still; five things I can see; four things I can touch; three things I can hear; two things I can smell; one thing I can taste; before fear is gelled; fear is quelled; reality determined by belief; by belief alone.

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