amazing how moving creates waves,
implacably discursive atmospheres
draining emotional energy; peace in
homilies won’t replace emptiness, no
apologies intercede, no respite until
last space cleared, walls scrubbed of
tenaciously resurgent years backed
up into a redundancy of waste bins
you are seeing all you ever were in
a latent glance of indigestion, seeing
a recycling hell worse than a journey
back to a future noted briefly once on
reverse of an inadequately addressed
envelope to a well known vagary –
© 21 February 2011, I. D. Carswell
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