The Enfolding
where the threat is exposed,
where the coping deteriorates,
where critters from the attic are let loose
procreating without our consent,
where everyone runs at their own pace
from the lives they have perceived.
no longer protecting against carnivores
in this day and age;
no longer tangible intimidations
in this day and age;
we have have been slowly but surely knitting
our own mental terrorism.
poem by Chris Jelens
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