whatever shall we do with it that which has made lovely again those things once turned so awful the thought of (well, you know) and the other things unspoken until now

I’ll tell you

we breath it in and savor justly owed not and paid none but in time becomes equal and fear lives on one side balanced as if by the weight of so many ghosts waiting to be put to rest

this takes it elsewhere and here moves it to nothing and all circles and centers and wraps and unwinds frees and ensnares it ends and

begins