A case of damned if y’ do or don’t - and no way of
escape - tho’ that suggests some guilt coruscates
what y’d’ve seen as innocence - which, at least in
your defence, you didn’t manufacture; but th’ true
picture’s you’re up ahead and down th’ street you
chose from your map’s conscience - & she is still
asleep in th’ curves-comfort of being whom she’s
mostly, and usually, completely at ease with
Yep, it’s no contest isn’t it - yet your guiltless idea
of sharing the burden crashed and burned, that’s
the scent of it attenuating a no-go comfort zone -
stopping to see what’s going on won’t be agreed
an unbiassed concern - more a gloating over the
unstated fancy that this was a calamity awaiting
© 12 September 2015, I. D. Carswell
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