Fear (Redux)

What is fear?
It is the absence of reality.
The poisonous scab that ails us.
A virtue, to despise what we want.

To bite the apple, thinking of the original sin.
To kiss the lips that will betray you.
To look for inexistent options.

Or to not look for them.
To lag behind, sheltered by a cinematic and mimetic
normality,
sheltered by ears cloistered in sarcasm,
in a constant moan of
inaction.

What is fear?

It is a law of physics, the absence of momentum,
a convalescent vector.

It is inscrutable, unfathomable,
like a black hole,
or a smile distilled
by alcohol.