feart I know where it all goes. I know where it all goes A condition of unconditional. Frightening, but necessary in understanding the aerteries. A lot like indigestion, but more like hearing tiny, petal-soft footsteps on your bedroom window. The toes are one day old. Shuffling to the tune of your daze. You love and fear. 031203 ... Zsiga Feart is fear of art 090531 ... Zsiga Feart is a kinder way To say what rhymes with heart That comes from the back side And makes people want to Move away from you Feart is whatever you want it to be Why be afraid of art or smelling like who you are Creating a vision That some may dislike 090531 what's it to you? who go blather from