Notes to a Testament (Part III)

I’ve made my admonishments against fear & I don’t regret being admonished every time in return. Just for the pure abuse of it. To be rattled, knocked around before the lifeless gazes of my compatriots & enemies, or no audience at all if my demise is enacted upon such blissful grounds. Wagging my finger at the thorn in my side. This is not the way to go, friends, but it’s undeniably preferable to being humiliated by a sleeping beast than by one you’ve roused with the sheer will of your words. I know I’ve lured fear before into the only space where my body stays tethered to the floor, where my breath’s unleashed at syncopated intervals. Full heave, cough, tremble & expulsion. Am I fighting against a force which should only be met with renunciation? Before you personify your own inner devices of immolation, remember that the steadiness of your sanity hangs in the balance.