Waiting for the damned alarm again,
as if it was ever needed – like an earthy
observation of inherent obtuseness,
a Murphy’s Law of inevitability.
And yet there is a closed workshop
of sustained symmetry in the idiocy
of it, a self-contained prophesy that
says ‘what will be, will’.
Ever the optimist I make as much as
I can from this irrational state, I
convince myself I am staying awake to
ensure this alarm is really going to work...
© 12 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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