The Fear-Killer
I fear.
But fear is the mind-killer
(so Dune says)
so I accept boredom instead,
the mind-number
that will let me flit from thought to thought
without falling in so many of these dredges,
high as a kite from not paying attention
’cause if I can’t see you
then you can’t see me
(so says the rules of childhood)
so it must be the same with pain too, right?
…
I do not accept melancholy
but it comes anyway,
the mind-trapper.
The slow sludge death of neurons cannabilizing themselves
in an attempt not to feel at all,
something so much more empty than numbness.
…
I am told not to accept nothingness
but I make it come anyway,
the mind-ender.
I do not face it with fear but with relief.
Fear is dead.
I am the fear-killer.
Quill Aquiver 