No, it didn’t reacquaint me with the past - like
graffiti of an age which lasted far too long, it’s
strayed as runes inscribed in place of reason
less the common-sense; once that meant we
had a chance, no-one ever learned which of
the words we’d keep to tune again a harp to
play the choices we parlayed without intent
play the choices we parlayed without intent
So no, I will not wander back to stay - keep it
to yourselves; I’m content so far away where
harmony is less your spacious breath of debt
pretentiously abusing what we’d once agreed
had meant accord; as such I’m free, a soldier
cleared of conscience once again
© 27 January 2015, I. D. Carswell
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