the harrow

My Id Wears an Emblem

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© 1999 Ondrea Walmsley
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branded upon sacred folds
my id wears an emblem
of fearful and fearless doubts.
it once manifest in all dangers
who lurked under my bed.
now all that I risk
are all those eidolons ...
my macabre's imagination.
My beasts of thoughts
lurked in dark caverns,
basking in shawdowy absurdities.
I conjured them forth to bear
a glimpse of fear's indifference
and discovered I wore
the casings of hapenstance.
the embodiment of will
became the apparition
who knocks on the wall
as ghosts do for a home.

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