No Pretence

In an attempt to be atop of the parapet - altho you 

have a tree in mind don’t you, and in a forest that 

would make sense; - but we are out of the woods 

& into whose reality’s structured around that form 

of pretence you’re most comfortable negotiating - 

a bit like ‘nursery-rhyme’ themes we have abided 

by without questioning. Yet it won’t work again to-

day because there’s been quantum changes in a 

translation & in the manner of replaying recorded 

rugby matches on TV - & which for some strange 

reason you don’t pause or stop; like as if possibly 

rearranging something, tho while no transliterable 

evidence exists - an outcome may uneasily be th’ 

consequence of your estranged interference 

so the game plays continuously - which is reality, 

tho’ replays to review for what referees or TMOs 

is security sure of the right reasoning we’ll live in 

the live view too; and so we’ve let it be without th’ 

arbitrary disengagement to make a cup of coffee,  

run to th’ loo - or pretence there’s no need to go 

© 13 December 2016, I. D. Carswell