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