01 January 2011



If it is supposed to be a lesser state of
secured somnambulance I sleep alone
there will be less to equate an order of
thinking to; so you claim I am at least
ambivalent, meaning I don’t adhere to
precepts of serial appreciation you do.
There is some truth in that; I dare not
make assumptions obviously evident
Yet in a heartbeat of shared moments
sage-like history comes into play; you
even reveal fear I may be right – belief
ambivalence keeps an open mind free
of old prejudices raids the spaces once
containing tired old caricatures of me
© 13 September 2010, I. D. Carswell