“She was a pale moon un/risen
for the whole world to see.
Among mountains of un/surety
she thought of His name.”

Perhaps then a ghost appeared
intent on fouling up her day.
But then again, it may have been,
the idealized Historic-You|revised.
Or possibly it may just be
the ring of “youplusme” is all I hear;
…any and all of this I’ve feared.