matter
neither hither, nor 
there,
aware of the act,
foolish choosing,
in spite of mind
mended
and intertwined 
with
the scar causing
conundrum,
while
the shaper, my
friend,
summons something
world-rim walking
something
sweet,
if only in vain
yet certain, for
sure-
my faith in
honesty’s 
solitude,
the inexcusable circumstance.