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Fear is waking up in a cold sweat because you don’t know where to buy a cyanide capsule.
Fear is realizing you have no place to hide and no escape root should They come for you.
And They will.
How can They not? They are in your phones, in your computers, on your streets, and in your banks, hospitals, and airports. They can access your emails and watch you on Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube. They have voice recognition and face recognition and soon fingerprint recognition and you are no longer a human being with rights to privacy and protection from your own government, but a case file and a collection of data and when they’ve had enough of you, they will come for you.
And you have no place to go or to hide, no quiet spaces. In the cafes, they watch you from other people’s phones and computers. In the parks, they find you with their street cams and drones. And in your house, in your house you are most vulnerable, because that is where you feel safe and so you relax, but

The Moment I was Put to Death
The  moment I was put to Death
I  watched my world unfold;
And took it in one failing breath
Amid the sinking cold.
I  saw the waters part for me,
The prison walls come down;
And held my head up gallantly—
Prepared myself to drown.
The war drum beat in unison
With my instable heart,
While I marveled at the passion of
It’s long-forgotten art.
Then quick, the noose, with bitter force
Was tightened ‘round my neck,
‘til blood began to change its course
and surge along the wreck.
I felt the world dissipate
In a white, magnesium flash,
And blind, began to levitate
Into the bidding Past.
And felt the warmth of gentle seas
Lull still the vessel tossed.
Now silent in the reverie
Of new beginnings lost
Then soaring high above, I left
My shell that winter morn.
The moment I was put to Death
Was the moment I was born.
A Sonnet against Sonnets
I do not care for sonnets very much;
Poetic form that makes me