Something and nothing

I'll write all of my poems to the spinning whirl within which I begin translation into being cajoled again to try for unmarred existence tip of tongue unpoisoned whites of eyes unwritten on no residual embedding of fear stacked into my bones take this shallow breath shadowed mind, leaden self let it wear away shed layer upon time time upon layer unravel and undo until I'm a welcome arrival at the reverse of the beginning prior to the weight of all there was to come guide me and thee by my scrawled hand