The Rendering
29 January 2021

And so we pay out the ends,
Making something profitable,
From other than bankruptcy.
Emptied, we are alone whole,
When all else lies ruined.
Turning the wheel fate,
Leaves what we have left,
For the next as yet unseen.
You can have it all.
My need no longer calls.
Spend yours well while,
It is fresh and young.
Yet to spoil, unhung.