"Dear fear, I start in straight lines and lose my place.
Some standoffish questioner sees that encircles,
a brutish hovering.
The mind in question fills at random.
Appetite blurs in the face of a familiar dire.
The screaming plays and what you could
love, but not love, not apathy.
Yours a pace that swallows whole nations,
attempting to mind you.
Even silence can be laughter."