i am afraid of flying
but that isn’t quite an accurate confession
i fear the idea of flying
the raw physics of engines acceleration & lift
we manufacture fears
tarantulas sharks black mambas zombies & witches
things unlikely to happen
things that exist only in our fabricated other worlds
while quietly & doggedly
the heart spreads its vines searching for another
fearless against the brick wall
surrounding each of us alone at the bottom of the well
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