To Reconcile

I learned the secret back when I was pliant and immediately it had me lurching forth

Why's it a secret if we all can find it in the faces we aren't searching for?

Yes I am guilty, yes I'm overridden with a terror of will-be's and cannots and won'ts

You do not guilt me, we are only vessels who can open our fists and throw a rope

Nobody plans it, nobody can figure that there's either been warmth or something we can shear