THIS THING IV

This ring we circle so rigidly

is invisible

unmentioned

but shapes all that we do.

We angle for positions

dangle promises

threaten results

veil ultimata.

We secretly speak

of what we dare not say.

Errors are collected

excuses offered

and none of it

none

comes close to the heart of the matter.

This thing

we truly speak of

this ring, which we circle

running toward

racing away

this is our secret destination

our fear'd accompli.

Dancing around the issue

we square off

quietly combative

wondering which of us

will be the first

to take a step out of place

and whether that will make him

the loser

or not.

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