here i meet Dread yet again.
the queasy proclaimer of major change
will i never out-experience your grasp?
Such happinesses you have floundered to derail,
Such excitings you have obdurately curtailed.
roiling, boiling, foiling
all the optimism that was
a vanished moment’s exuberant cheer.
yet Prudence tells me plainly
that i flourish and thrive
the myriad adventures that i have come to realize…
and yet Dread,
why does your incessant clawing