How I Defeated the Dream Puppet Fear
(h.i.d.t.d.p.f.)

 

In that moment I
stopped
whirled
planted

my eyes firmly
upon the
specter that had always
sent me
into
spasms of fear.

The hideous
specter
ran
through its
repertoire of contortions
mounting
a
furious campaign
of
horrid movement
designed
to
strike
a
final blow
of
fear into my heart.

But a vast suctioning sound
ripped
the grill of my midsection
as the
levers of truth I had
forged
finally found purchase.
The
festering coating came off
to
reveal
a
glistening black galaxy,
endlessly powerful,
unwavering
and pure.

The
specter had not noticed the chasm
that had developed
between us.
And from this side of the chasm
it looked like a
parody,
a
freakish puppet,
moving to the
will of its master,
the puppeteer,
me.

With
Gigantic Galactic Grace I
tossed
the
coating and the puppet
into the chasm,
shrugged,
turned,
walked
on in peace.

 

 

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