Like Souls Lost
like souls lost in space
denatured feelings subjugate
with endless homilies
of what you used to be
isn’t me, you try to say
adulterating truth with
circumstantial evidence
denying that complicity
but there’s no chance
you’re off the hook, so to
speak, ad lib addiction’s
a Prima Donnas’ game
nevertheless gamesmanship
accedes to temporal strategies
surpassing even the space
you’re bounded in
© 4 October 2010, I. D. Carswell
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