29 June 2015


It is a sanctuary of sense in a world where 
whoever clamoured louder implied widest 
reason, its as if a tactile reference at least 
for perceiving what might’ve been anomie 
once - but here we rest in an embrace; its 
ease of total familiarity referenced against 
wanting to be included - and fair trade for 
becoming whole again while succeeding 

 Arms encase solidarity against whimsey, 
life is blessed a cuddly countenance with 
real guarantees you matter, there isn’t an 
inordinate need to prove anything - those 
limbs are smiles of greeting; why not give 
one a try and see what it really means 

© 28 January 2015, I. D. Carswell