Finding that space where all words blend
easy again ain't the sinecure it used to be;
it takes a slower pace with plan change &
interpolated ideas less their disgracefully
inherent anxieties displayed graphically
regardless you demolish what might have
prevailed as cause for sufficiency; yet if it
still dithers without real purpose - then off
with its head quick and back to this earth
piled messily between us and where we
are supposed to breathe; structures with
purpose as walls of regret retaining what
supposedly wasn’t enabled for us; like I
I’m at peace with a process advancing a
pace where relief will be the next track’s
bend because I made it that way - in an
unrelenting quest for sense of stability
© 29 September 2014, I. D. Carswell
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