If it wasn’t a case of abatement then the rest came
on the second day; no favours tuned flutes, played
airs randomly to razed ears but we rested easy - in
retrospect you’d see that plane best as a flat & last
resort to planar hegemony in debt to its own ideas;
who’d’ve reckoned there wasn’t even a conspiracy
colluding to keep the damn thing afloat - unless we
missed reference to the needy survivors boating to
Distant coasts where we’ll ride th’ fast shore-break
to strands of perennially remaining reason, if, - and
only if - we make copies of everything we perceive
to be causal in nature to our peculiar predicament -
but then th’ rest came on the second day and thus
we regained a perspective that saved our sanity …
© 15 June 2017, I. D. Carswell
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