Fear is outstanding against a night
Like flecks of light in the old trees
Upstanding against the dark road.
Trees cannot run away from fears.
They have no bellies to hold fears.
They hide them in the dark foliage
With the sleeping flamingo whites.
Flamingo fears hide in dark sleep.
It is where a truth lies all midnight,
What we knew all along from birth.
The hibiscus 
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