30 October 2011

Anxiety

anxiety1

Shrugging off that reflex blench
suggests you had a choice – was
there a caution raised? No voice
appeals, is bandied to the fore as
cultured common sense, instead
a lucid roar silent in ambivalence
invades its fussiness to pall upon
the cusp of educated discontent

As if you really had a choice you’d
like to say – discounting chance
what was there found within the
matrix sought not tied to discrete
difference fraught with shivered
anxiousness still held in sway?
© 23 July 2011, I. D. Carswell