17 July 2016

What I was Going To Say

Was it what I was going to say - you’ll never know, 
the best ever offered guess suggested it more-or- 
less a non sequitur anyway, which seems to fit all 
those prior occasions where we wrested sense of 
a kind from the mess that lead it; then there’s that 
enigmatic pause - perhaps a hmm, or ahah, when 
the mind clears haze from articulation botched by 
forgetting what it was that I was just going to say 
© 6 February 2016, I. D. Carswell