Fear

I am fear (terror)
& celebration
of life--
Look at me!
Fix your gaze
in mine.
Feel the perfume
of the truth
in the taste
of the slightest expression
of irony
that shimmers on my brow
& rings
on my lips.
A thousand white paradoxes
escape from my mouth,
doves in flight
just escaped
from their loft.
Under shafts of sunlight
their wings,
in search for uniqueness,
shine
like glistening sparks
of light as they flee
their anonymous & mysterious
origen
in unity.
It is here
exactly here
in the here
that suggests
that requires
the there
where god herself is glimpsed
through her effects:
tree
river
wind
fish
sea
mountain
& sky--
not to mention
hot or cold
blush or pallor
blood or skeleton
or
unbridled temerity
sinister heroism
brilliant ignorance--
all the names all
all of them & what they represent
under the sun
under the moon
under the blanket of stars
all like a dancer
dressed in dawn
transparent & easy
before vanishing,
are the reasons
for this celebration
which is the fête
of the World.