When vehemence
veers, the tempest’s
tempered, yes
bent yet, then
yestered; regret
repressed, egress
regressed, let’s
effervesces. The
welts, the bleed,
the festered
fevers? Blessed,
when reflex swerves
the wheel
west: self re-
centered—seeker
benched, settler
re-entrenched—
the steerer’s
freed: the wreck
elsewhere.