"Can you fathom not having a fear in the world"

Stories exist to predict outcomes,
postulate conflated answers to "how come?"s
and copulate with the forces of "from now on"s

I wrote this one quickly
to remove the possibility
of some bias
plying my fickle mind
to admit its all a lie

Try etching glass with blood
or farming in the flood.
From my fingertips I can build battleships from mud