Between

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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