Claims To Clarity

A few seconds either way will not
pretence this turgid dissonance;
it clings as if it earned an honest
rights dependency – and well it
might in solitary evidence

Solidities one used to hail as firm
and bright realities are vague and
faded out of time and place, pale
as reminiscences one might have
heard or could have dreamed

Vagrant colours blend to white in
pallid shades, a hand that painted
rainbow shapes on canvas since is
bent and rinsed endangering all
claims to clarity it washed away

Once it wasn’t this, passions fixed
were stars within a firmament, a
stable sphere in arched restraint
where words and their exotic mix
of simple meanings never strayed
© 30 May 2011, I. D. Carswell