fancy apes

the dsm-5 is a thesaurus

for a word we hold too dear.

it has nearly come to define us,

and that little word is Fear. 

a precursor to sweet, daunting death,

when did it stop being fight or flight? 

now we beat it back with every breath,

while saying: take my power, take my might. 

from this day forward, i shall worship birds from below,

who treasure every flower with hearts unbound,

who could never hate hydrangeas behind a window,

or curse the dangerous, cold hard ground.