27 July 2012

Nothing Is Cast


Standing within a span of things that
are right and elemental disaffection
of never achieving anything nearing 
modest success is like being gored
by contemplative insight; it is a horn
tapered to best intentions – opened
wide at one end but narrowing as
channelled energies collect

And things that go wrong are seen
in the light of this much too brilliant
perception dazzling your spatial sense –
even distance dwindles into a haze
where nothing is cast, not even
the die from whence you came
© 16 May 2012, I. D. Carswell