02 September 2012

Innate



It isn’t like living a lie, appalling as it
might seem to an outsider – but the
paradox exists in whose untruth it is


A shiny construct of gibbous intent is
as glorious as heaven even if it was
meant to be another’s secret dream


You’ve made room for me in a view
of paradise without paraphernalia of
concrete that is hard to resist –


So I don’t bewail whose truth this is
when we both see the same images
of innate harmony and content
© 7 July 2012, I. D. Carswell