The world is there, at your feet
Take a piece, a chunk
Or the whole thing
But be reverent
That what’s it’s there for
Fear is a phantom
Debilitating and dead weight
Even if it’s bitter
The world is sweet
And all you have until
You unravel it into
Raw clay in your own hands
So shape it, pound it
Make it what it has to be
The same world, the new world
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