Realising the advent of headaches beginning,
cringing behind the scenes when they are not
meant to be has a serious consequence; they
aren’t random events, trials by ordeal or even
tethered complicity of hearing aids perverting
duplicity with godlike ease - damn things are
palliative relief not auguries of consequence,
nor harbingers to frailty
Had there been sleep-lack confounded with
irrationally strong drink binges - maybe - or a
juvenile fantasy of self-destructive behaviour,
but we’ve been modest since those days; so
where’s the connectivity? It answers saying,
This wont please you, rationally, in the least
The beast at back of it is serendipity, meant
as a happy event, and elaborations of sound
where more impeaches luxurious freedom to
bathe peacefully; a life-guard confined to the
beach with caution’s flag in winds of change,
hearing a ceaseless slap of the waves
© 8 November 2013, I. D. Carswell
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