when all I have done, I have had done to me
and all I have seen I have shown
when all that is chained is unburdened and free
and all that is cut down is grown
when all of my silence is balanced by noise
and all that I've heard I have spoken
when all that is shaky is graceful and poised
and all that is complete is broken
when all that is foldered is strewn and un-filed
and all that is chaos is calm
when all that is distanced has been reconciled
and all that is burning, a balm
when what has come in has been duly returned
and what was dispensed is received
there will be no more straining, no lessons to learn
there will be nothing left but to leave