Having survived the conversation, or rather interrogation,
a question arises; what’s an appropriate response to this
non-event - too much artifice crafted into a glib reply can
only graft further acrimony we don’t need, just getting to
this point we’ve already spent a fortune’s benevolence -
So we stay silent, a form of assent they say, although as
equally meaningless as nodding wisely to gibberish of a
self-professed professor of that voguish and best advice
on who’ll profit the most don’t-cha-know - without being
too crudely blasé or ever so insultingly obvious
What has it meant to you anyway; a good question from
mutations of a murky past’s misgivings now flowering in
lament - signs that claim you’re almost free of nonsense
given there is evidence it’s almost at an end - or you’ve
reached an edge with nothing extending beyond
Doesn't mean a fall to float free of ambivalent gravity -
any day now the old world will end and a new one cry
into innocence with just you in it; now that’ll be blessed
better conversations than the last, given its whole cast
will need learn new lines just to be in this play
© 27 October 2014, I. D. Carswell
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