If it takes the view of a five-year-old to make inroads
into a nonsense of unease tolerated we’re bathed in
glory; & she says hiding under a bed, why brush my
hair - oh, you won’t find the brush either; I don’t care
if it looks messy - this is me as I am, where I’m most
comfortable; swinging upside-down’s th’ best way to
obtain perspectives you leave unacknowledged - or
miscalculate as ordinariness in introverted versions
There is luxury in her appraisal which stays rancour;
you have to laugh, any brushing’ll be debilitated and
within nine minutes she’s proved her case - then her
leading disciple says ‘hey, gimme the pill’ - because
it’s a serious contest of wills he’ll win if he can get a
humourless bite on her green ball mandate
© 7 April 2015, I. D. Carswell
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