but simply
stop
we stand
perfectly still
we breathe
we watch
the illusion of fear
shout
and dance
and scream at the top of its lungs
and tantrum
we watch the old performance
until she tires out
and lays down on the floor
and goes back to sleep
with a little less energy
than she had before
and each time we watch this performance
she grows a bit smaller
her clothes a bit duller
her bite a bit weaker
we no longer call for an encore
we still attend the show,
but now we recognize
we are always safely sitting in the audience
and there is no real threat ever
and never was
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