you there raging
you can’t frighten me I’ve been
around too long
I don’t care about scare tactics and tantrums
I don’t even think
though I’ve not stood at the end of one mind you
I’m all that frightened of a gun
or the bullet it contains.
No you go ahead and rage
and I’ll go ahead and bow
when I wake
I am sure I’ll see where this is all leading and I’ll understand just a bit more
how you tantrum there
have led me around this corner I can’t sort.
I am not frightened of your fit.
<My fear is of the right fit not coming>
and even yet there
and again there
and again and again there in that illusory fit
I must ask
may I please bow to you
you don’t frighten me.