There’s no charity left is there; not that you’d
suffered too much beneficence - no question
ever - though what it has meant trammels an
exuberance you’d used to escape bemusing
need to be free of restriction & impediments;
to being hog wart on a spree of certainty, tho’
it stinks still of thee & thou; so now won’t you
allow there’s possibly another view - but yet
Only within the rules you'd use to survive - if
you’re not in moral debt, or beholden to auld
lang syne epithets, its as much as clinging to
a few ancient edifices too traumatised to say
why? So let’s be weathered welcoming; and
it isn’t from you or I again - but WE forever
© 24 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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