I fear no walking dead, no snarling face
nor teeth detached from lapis lazuli lips,
I fear the smiling face of the everyday
the bleached white teeth with crimson lips.
Walk with me, I told the legless ladies
parked at every corner slowly passed,
walk with me towards a better heaven
but none accepted my prayers.
I fear all life, the dead and the living;
let them not lead me astray — the way
towards the azure abode beyond
is just a single snowflake’s sway
and a hand to greet it.