Casual passersby
Send fear on the prowl
Hunting, scouring
For the meat of anxious hearts
I waver
In the muck
Of daily pleasantries
In the mire
Of placid words
Devoid of any true purpose
Silence is refuge
Aloft, in the folds
Of restless thoughts
Where the winds
Thrive only to sooth
And send away
Every thread of dismay
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