In spite of all that
And that and all other
Charms, wounds, sparkles tied as bait,
In a world defined by what you have; have not,
I know that in the end you wouldn’t be that great.
That you are best remembered, acknowledged, preserved,
Where, there, you — like a jam in an
Unopened cupboard — are kept; admired for
Where you made certainties blurred and tempted
You where you were right you are erred.