It is this pain inside that beautifies me.
Light up the soulful intake 
Of emotions and thought.
Find your fear. 

Chop the route of pain.
Slice it into fragnents of fear
then swallow the squirming legs whole.
Burry them deep beneath your womb
Until a time can follow 
The extinction of fear. 

Not the scary
The gory 
The merciless
The evil.
Just pebbles against a rapid river bed.
Fear lies like bedrock
Grappling the ocean of our suffering.
Too much power in our eye 
To be limited by such destruction.
But if we were to banish pain
Would we lose beauty
Along the mudslide of idealist
Semantic revolt?

How to live in an embrasive Duality?
Ask René