Whereas you’d guess there was an out-of-character
glitch somewhere, in this iteration its less indictment
than statement where the cookie’s at; - not as if you
give a rats either way, just knowing before the event
it isn’t going to happen’s a privilege you’d like to get
used to because it makes sense, a lot more sense -
and that’s the blessing with relevance to where you
situate - if you’re mainly a character out of Dickens
And that isn’t an easy role to play - but we keep the
truth safe from invasions of ambivalence - it’s creed
we’ve abided forever or at least since we learned to
read what meant and still makes sense; even if this
means we’re never freed of its ludicrous characters
playing cameos in their own insipid defence
© 22 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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