Mind Games

Things change day by
day; you say the process
is real – but the only
deal is pauses
in sequencing.

In states of recycling
you know what
comes and goes;
I merely go
with the flow.

Emotions outpourings
wash over me,
pleasantly feeding,
a service I notice at
first on it ceasing.

Today you’re not speaking,
I know it has meaning –
simply not hearing
says words which
are missing.

I agree my complicity
is less than appealing
but I authored neither
the rules nor
the play.
© 25 March 2008, I. D. Carswell