And I had a gift, razor-edged sharp perceptive sting
Looking beyond where the seeds fell
Focus on the axis, contemplate, savour,
remember that flavour as it shifts under, overstanding all
Lucid, crystal, vicious with anger, sick from plaintive, churlish weeping
but no more

And now less than perhaps before
but somehow steadier, more foot-sure
Edging by inches on a quest for the core
through circus madness my fingers walk the walls,
steer me through without a fall

And wide-eyed, head singing, resting on silk cord
one pull draws the veil
sees hearts all mended
with no tears at all
for all that might have been

if...