Given the way this embrace unleavened space
too aerified to contend within, and in the same
sense alleviated what makes the head spin but
didn’t let th’ rest of solidity shrink t’ pinheaded
whimsey persuaded you don’t exist; therein I’ll
be held to the ransom of a caffeine executive’s
discretion and ride the neap tide soaring to its
own, inevitable conclusion coffee saved today
tho’ disintegrating into shards o’ banal illusion
as it were - they figment something referred to
as druthers we wear after an event’s age-past
epic failure invented a whole new language, a
sort of economy without words bards share or
sing to th’ moon while bathing in their dreams
© 10 October 2017, I. D. Carswell
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