So - even with a dram of The Glenlivet before bed,
I felt that I’d failed to make the ‘grade’ in shades of
grey anomy & which brays out of early evening TV;
one needs to rest assured we’re freed doggerel an
advocate would suggest is the least meaningful for
where we think we’re at; heck, it was a good day &
despite failing to get things on the track we’d agree
a milestone - we’re well on the way to somewhere
Maybe that is what matters - and the rest - like the
muddy trail we’re trekking splatters; so I see a style
where compromise is the same as good reason, &
I am achieving the mark of being distinct, different
and uncompromised - or so I think; we’ll evaluate it
again tomorrow - and maybe reorientate the map …
© 29 July 2016, I. D. Carswell
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