The after-awakening tête-à-tête compensated so
beautifully for our ‘feral’ falling asleep; we’d taken
different routes to Th’ Land of Nod - three games
of Rugby for me - & for you a soporific novel that
somnolently engaged you practically all day - but
its an after-narcotic-event recovery, having been
assessed and screened for cardiac impediments,
tho thankfully less than any worst case synopsis
And yet we’re to live with scenarios as if they’re
scripts for scenes we have ‘real’ roles to play in;
this is the way diagnoses are framed for people
reaching those ‘limits of no returns’ - there is no
going back to go - or starting over - so we need
agree without prejudice to rules of the game
© 27 August 2016, I. D. Carswell
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