Waking with a sense that passion has a better
case than feeling makes this day in breaking
more an end; where we begin is pride of place
in lending ears to origins. There is no easy way
extrapolating what or which will be from here.
I take my view from common-sense expressed
as scent or touch or taste or seeing things with
hearing clearly placed to make effete amends.
And then the glow within begins; driven out of
fragile sleep by zealous energy it eats the hand
and cracks complacency; as ardent as a quake
creating shocking revelations, mocking senses
stretched beyond imagination, toying viciously
forsaking all pretensions of this waking day.
© 14 September 2010, I. D. Carswell
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