are not afraid of human trouble
we sit and talk about despair
to be the air and not the one
breathing the air
my muse my angel my double
three non-material constructions
real and yet invisible unless
I peer into my own darkness
watch the faces that appear
of doubt and hate and fear
which will not ever disappear
if fought with their own spear
only love will wipe them clear
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