‘strangely’
says the way is seldom clear;
there is so much to fear from
past events where death
competes for living space
emptiness defeats all
claims to commonsense;
you freely vacillate in
seamlessly complete
and utter vacancy
conceding you are beat
could ease this dissonance
of harmony estranged – but
weirdly, knowing that means
nothing’s changed
© 12 Jan 2010, I. D. Carswell
Ivan Donn Carswell
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