Saturday, May 04, 2002

‘fear no more the heat of the sun nor the furious winter's rages.’
fear only the death grip of the soil that will bind your limbs.
fear the roots that will bind your body.
fear the eternity that will eat your flesh.
fear the silence of your heart filling your veins with stone.
fear the weight that will not let you lift your eyelids.
fear the mud that will fight your breathing.
fear the memories of touch, of light, of smiles, of food, of water.
fear the state of being that will not let you be.
fear being unable to suicide.slcw