After the mandatory eye dampening
and cleaning of glasses we can see
again, although ‘see’ defines itself a
tired, rather blurred, version of what
may be; not that it matters - its best
is arbitrary expression - much as a
capriciousness of 3:37 am reveals
that deal too glib an acceptance
What might be is if you’ve a handle
on where you’re at, and I don’t see
any less substance in that than the
imaginary - there’s this richness of
detail where bland featurelessness
was the temporal go-between
© 25 November 2014 I. D. Carswell
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