considering the naming of things:
our preferences show deference
to labels

twelve small fingers there, a visage prophesied everywhere
the curvature of a promise told, that through misadventure grows woefully old
aquatic light-playing nuances, perilous stirrings in nighttime seances
marble halls splintered and razed, mirth in a harrowing endless maze
worship of a familiar stranger

we name it all
force comfort on what discomfits
condescend to tie ends
feel better, now
feel better