The Fear & the Mighty

Despite such felonious things
As patrols of parasitic mites
In the folds of physical dwellings
And skin-like coverings trying to
Make themselves into our obstacles,
Our hearts and bodies could be
Together no matter what
Any of the demons of the earth
Or the voices in our heads
Shout at us through the din and darkness.

Everything always coming down to
Just one crack upon which we balance,
And into which pool will we falter and fall:
On one side fear of the dark
And on the other love of the light.
(Or perhaps it goes the other way round?)

Sometimes only the slightest breeze determines.

© 2001 Koko Jaeger