from fear and from the fear of fear,
walk off into the woods and cool humidity,
walk close to the edge of the river's rush and roar
where the trees stop, where the borders of
branches disappear and you hear them--
a conspiracy of ravens screeching
but see just a flash of one black wing.
Keep in that direction,
follow that primeval shriek
and by the river stop,
remove your shoes,
stand barefoot in cool water,
your jeans damp with spray, feel now
too at ease to fear
all that's hell or even heaven.
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