Fearscape

Did I lock my bike outside
or is it already in the hands
of someone else

that is the algebra of every question
that spells f-ear
the expectation eliminated
by the fact of unfortunate circumstances

flail in the wind
at the sound of the birds
feed them, empty green feeder
to pay for the busking they do at your door

and if you please that which is outside of your self
the god of your living soul
will permit you a good death.