Distraction is the non-substantive anchor of fear. Fear skirts the boundaries of each distraction to preserve the potential for more fear: the sentries of anguish, centuries of flitting about.
The river’s rhythm has the mask
of worry
About it, the mask of haste and
deafening
About it, feeding a riverbed of
lesions.
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
Oh perfect…See I worry only when people deny their masks.. how can they flow like water without them?
🙂 🙂 it is indeed the lie that makes the truth glow.