The end of fear

Command the wind to stop, please.

It is driving me insane.

It makes me roam away from my senses.

Nor to see nor to hear a thing besides its blow, violent,

but incapable to take this tension of my neck away.

That doesn't allow me to breathe.

That drags fear by the hand.

Always the same fear.

This unhinged fear that makes me become a shade of me.

The wind always made me insane.

As if each strand of hair is connected to a cerebral cell

and agitated it.

And blended

everything once again.

Everything that summer days,

lingering and hot,

accomplished to alight in places

profound and dark,

but still uncluttered, orderly.

Forgotten,

Restful.

I dream that the wind stops.

For years now.

And that this fear of mine

vanishes all.

I do not want to cover my head.

Pretend to flee. To flee from pretending.

I want to immerge into tranquility

and allow it to fill me entirely.

So when the wind returns

and dishevels my senses

I feel free to sense

its flavour.

(This business of "do something with" was born from my inertia. It is a sort of challenge given to me and fulfilled on what is left of the following 24 hours.)

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