Poem: The Jitters

Not even counting the corner cases—
Fruitcakes, the conspiracy phalange,
Or even just a generalized case of the jitters—

We almost always feel less
Safe than we actually are.
And not feeling safe sucks up

A lot of bandwidth,
With its high noise to signal ratio,
Leaving almost nothing redeeming

In its wake, unless you find
Paralysis by the heebie jeebies
Or undue caution and stealth redemptive.
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