face it, stare it down, and watch it flee,
and chase it, hasten, trace the path it takes.
follow it to see what can be gleaned
from trail prints left behind its fearsome wake.
and feel the fear, accept it, let it in,
and glory in illuminating signs
that form a figure, set a tale to spin
around a core of intersecting lines.
it cannot hurt you, what you embrace deep
and close to heart against a beating breast
the deconstruction of a heartless creep-
-ing dread taunts from afar but comes to rest
the moment that you call it by your name
and dare to let it turn and do the same.