May well be its proper explanation, there’s
rarely an answer as clear as to where what
we’d like to see as evidence becomes mud;
in an instant a case assumed due certainty
isn’t and we flounder humbled in a morass
of evil machinations we’re barely aware of.
There’s no compensation, not a smidgin in
now distant horizons the eyes barely see
‘we’ was a docile and precise answer, a too
simple truth - naturally you’ll quibble who’s
handle it is, & learn ‘we’ is an arbitrary state,
you’re rarely in it anyway, until crossing the
undiplomatic divide into realms of advocacy
© 5 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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