Somewhere in between the idea and an execution
of its meaning, prejudicing only half-asleep fairies,
but not me you mutter sotto voce, I’m wide awake
and a non-believer, please don’t include me in the
valedictory, okay! Then why’re you even listening;
if you are out of the picture, let things flow free as
a strand of conscience you used to inhabit - or’ve
we got that wrong too, and you’re still ensconced
In the same rigmarole that prejudicially blinds you
to here and now approximation - that, in reality, is
someone else’s yesterday - you don’t have to live
what others say you do even if it is easier to fit in;
they subconsciously ‘mould’ you into an object as
it’s easier to place that on their self-evident shelf
© 11 May 2015, I. D. Carswell
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