As the ancient geezer says, thine’s
not to reason why, give a toss, or
even try – bucket-loads of vagrant
shit passed down this way in quest
of legendary levity; all murmured
breath much less a vocal change:
so many earnest agonies behesting
fractal fallacy as honest jest
And so I sit in hope of hearing it,
‘the penny’ drop expectantly with
ears ablaze, knees-betwixt arcane
in hopes and dreams, a metaphor
you couldn’t see in semaphore
and yet accept impassively
© 1 January 2012, I. D. Carswell
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