Fear NO fears, for fears are clearly
for the fearful, not YOU! Nearly
every severed, hand-like Thing
can Lurch at you. In Church, we sing;
our missals, whistle registering.
Here, you'll hear me clearly report
this: My gift for being the short-
winded one ended when you crossed my
mind. I find I'm blinded by thy
sight, so I write. Now you know why.
