People are afraid of what
they can't understand
themselves most often assured
In the depths of their wandering
a voice cries out
a voice too close to ignore
People will bolt from that thing
that pursues
that thing that augurs to chase
With blinders on tight
and running in vain
—to flee what they'll never escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)
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