Vacancy

We see idiosyncrasies are manifestly flammable - 

in two days cleansing fires wiped seemingly solid 

fortifications away, all wasted years now unmade 

into vague recollections, incongruity disappearing 

effortlessly, but you needed know what’s nub of it; 

the ashes blew you free of past where the events 

were indelibly sanctioned; there is now no legacy 

to taunt with presence, tho’ memory is in you and 

has a place, this pleasant vacancy extirpates the 

Sword of Damocles hanging; having had it over

your head no longer plays for a havoc’s unseen 

influence cloistered in the amphitheatre’s wings - 

an audience you had to have for credibility, yet it 

too is cleansed with the resurrected energies as 

rearranged elements of your unmade terrain; 

vacancy where items used to seem out of place 

doesn’t jar sense of what had been - but makes 

pleasant harmony of what will come; when you 

let the charm of seeing into possibilities less an 

artifice of presence - you’ll be there, assuredly 

© 30 November 2014, I. D. Carswell