Complementarity

Change within the moving wind; it is like a portent 

of an era’s irascible end: and then it’s recitation of 

events with yet-to-be-told ‘there’s no denying this’ 

complementarity, like we are in the drift and so be 

in it or be square; remember, you’re already there 

Rationalising your home’s where your head rests 

pillowed easiest in diaphanous dichotomy spares 

the heart’s agony, but you’d moved there already; 

you knew it when winds whispered the wisdom to 

see rooms where there’d never been such space 

It was like waking in wonderland where the rabbit 

left an ‘eat me’ cake, meaning more than allegory 

for the consumption of dreams; or were they true 

reflections of who dwells in a reality where being 

eaten’s the most grateful appreciation’s extreme

Taste this piece of me - is it the relief you sought 

in a slice of ambiguity baked to a recipe’s perfect 

recitation; even you care for rare company - and 

if it aggregates more than a duality of its singular 

expression - then already we’re home free 

© 8 December 2014, I. D. Carswell