Sopor

After being naive - or should I rephrase that as, 

wanting to believe, I’m freed of the impediment; 

I know now there is no way for original ideas to 

grow naturally into great, universally sustained 

suppositions without impurities; think on it a bit, 

so you were induced into a comforting sopor of 

indolence, produced by only seeing what you’d 

been given to want, and there wasn’t a chance 

You’re seeing more wood than trees, not that it 

isn’t solicitous, but all berry-less, - & it suggests 

grand larceny & deceit; so where’s th’ promised 

feast you complain; oh, its there, but not where 

at your end of th’ broadband conduit y’ bills are 

paid; because, that is, I might add, not the way 

The want was conceived; you are a user whose 

confidence of an industry grew with the need to 

be in - but missed it isn’t the same territory, and

game & we don’t play technically by those rules 

you’ve deceived yourself into believing; and no, 

they’re not impurities from our thinking … 

© 30 March 2016, I. D. Carswell