attempted to join the day
found honest sweat too easily
dissuaded by reflections of change
sunrise beginnings shaped space
in a vague feral innocence
fell prey to artistic lament
rubrics of adolescence gleaned
visions newborn and freed infectious
contagion, soft expressions which
mimed graciously imprecise ideas
played naive of exaggeration,
of tragedies’ theatrical death
waking estranges the game;
ageing with each breath comes
sadly – sands shift and patterns
clash in an anarchy of intrusion
you are not meant to be here
you rashly impede
© 17 November 2010, I. D. Carswell
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