Let It Rest

So I’m supposed to suffer nobly in delivering a 

self-inflicted service - its not too derelict - daily 

evaluation of a viral infections course; ja, easy 

peasy, jot down observations, but let’s say I’m 

failing to deliver, I can’t equate what I feel with 

words that quiver in meaning beyond unfailing 

feeling of desperate confusion - and lassitude 

that invades all of my lexicons dispassionately 

We start the day with bemused headache - its 

sometimes subdued but lurking always, either 

to front or rear - oscillating side to side today - 

where temples might claim territory - had they 

enough nerve to front and be counted; but the 

toughest bit’s being in thrall to triviality 

I claim one victory - this bit recorded in a way 

I reckon explains my attention span’s demise; 

it has become less interested in the afflict and 

tries to orientate on disappearing wider space 

that used to be there on demand - its a tunnel 

vision you’re creating here I try to say 

That’s wasted argument and the drift’s begun 

to another rubicon - playing full deck solitaire 

to keep the mind impartially out of the ruts its 

dug itself into; at least we’re doing something 

which exercises ‘intellect’ and hand-and-eye 

coordination is the stratagem’s defence 

But even that palls so we rephrase the words 

into an explanation that suggests four minute 

engagements is about all there is to it - if you 

can keep focus within the buzz and drift, or a 

vacillation of digestive tract anarchy - unsure 

which bit is supposedly cause or effect 

Thus - suffice to say, we’ll let it rest 

© 10 June 2014, I. D. Carswell