One holds in belly bare naked truth.
That is where fear lies all midnight,
What one knew all along after birth.
Before , one knew nothing of truth
With no flecks of belly-fear hanging.
Fear may be yellow color at night.
One sees no yellow in dark nights.
Fear is upstanding against a night
Like flecks of light in the old trees
Upstanding against the dark road.
Trees cannot run away from fear.
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 truth lies all midnight,
What we knew all along from birth.