Fear Faith

Levity of ponderance
Crushed sand in place
Calculated words of elegance
Make hay or make haste—

She said she was afraid
Though there is nay to fear
She said this in so many ways
Speech fell upon delicate ears

Now,
I am afraid
That people are afraid
That they have something to be afraid of,
But why worry?

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