11 April 2011
Prescience
can’t help feeling deceived, if it was
so predictable – why the dissonance?
why such angst at being, for once, correct;
why is right thus wrong in affectation
dwelling in a past tense takes less in
tamed energy vaguely going nowhere
or pompous notions of permanence
shamefully displayed as chimaeras
one must plan redundancy, gazing at
nomadic vacancies wastes strength
‘post-event as plain as the nose on
your face’ images remain tantalizing
‘tho clear neo-renaissance blooms
atavistically – vigour easily drained
in retrospect all those events you
knew you’d presciently foreseen
© 16 January 2011, I. D. Carswell
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