Karma repair procedure

An unused image is the hardest one to let go of.
There’s a wasp at the fish market beating against a wall,
the wasp I cannot place, so I tell her:
you disturbed one, be my exceptional wasp.
We’ll compose panegyrics out of those beatings,
the wall will mark the boundary to the phenomenal world
facing the vast used up past
while he himself remains the constancy
as bland as the wound we read about
on somebody else’s stung skin
at a lonely place where we abandoned them.
So, don’t leave me now, for it is only together
that we can have this
non-contagious disease forgiven.