For a few genuinely inspired seconds
all preceding this moment’s inception
one ponders – was I worth the time?
Then in a burst of fractionated energy
possessed with things existing only if
& when you contemplate them began
a wry realisation its time to find what
disorder actually means to me
In the end I agree nothing original is
changed – one still embraces bullshit
running free with a variation, I decide
what is fallible; unless put out of mind
as an affect per se, which wasn’t, as
such, in the first contemplation
© 5 September 2012, I. D. Carswell
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