Hiatus

Then this must be the hiatus they promised back 

in the dark ages - sort of like a shadow stretched 

between the idea of where you’re going to, or it’s 

contrived lacuna because there’s nothing there a 

sane mind could contemplate, or have debated it 

rationally less forming cliques, cabals & coteries - 

but I digress; nothing’s changed, and where were 

we when we knew that: why, right here, so it is a 

Figment of someone’s imagination running awry - 

or innovation in another passerby-way of being in 

debt to the belief progress is a continuous growth 

towards an end we can’t yet see; & it may well be 

th’ only element of reality we have a handle upon 

during this - dare I say it - yawning intermission 

© 14 June 2017, I. D. Carswell