whatever shall we do with it

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