by Tiffany L. Schrade [10.13.21] I feel it there, in it's all consuming chaos, knocking me from my equilibrium; coaxing an opaque haze over what I'd known to be true. This fear, insidious enough to betray my wholeness; this oneness; convince me of separation. This fear. Is it deflected, to live in ignorant squalor, only to resurface more fiercely, blindsiding its prey? This fear. Does it extend to project, in order to maintain a distance from what we know to be ours, but cann