My brother pains in isolation – lost in his past for a future uncertain and a present that only replicates. Day in and day out. A never-ending repetition that poses no new movement, no new love, nothing to pose challenge or intimidation for intimacy is removed. Enchantment and a curse can present different capabilities. The enchantment arises as beautiful, sweet and filling, unwavering in the fading elements. While a curse enters the chest forcefully, taking the heart as a host for old, unanticipated, and once before taboo love. My brother and I cursed, find our hearts and chests constricted, unable to move our back feet to the front, moving in an opposite direction as the wall before us, holds no door at the moment.