Trying again to be the ingenue won't play havoc
with any views yet to be revealed, it’s like being
caught in a time-warp and concealed from all in
possession of faculties; there is room imagined,
space within to be content, while yet innocence
plans subterfuge to gain grand entrance - when
isn’t a priority, or why the panoply explained - it
is, of course, within an asynchronous trajectory
Spectacularly made by bizarre belief the centre
reveals all is not what it seems - there’s more if
and maybe than a conceited mass deeming the
latency of which and whom’s eloquence - flight,
or fight or better yet, benign sleep suggests we
will all awaken when the time’s right anyway
© 3 October 2016, I. D. Carswell
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