Reflecting a moment on where we’d be if it
weren’t th’ product of jeopardy, suggests a
less than finessed progression; tho’ there’s
a depth of irony invested - th’ incongruity’s
remedied by being seen in a disvested - or
fenestrated view of what other’s don’t see;
tho it hardly matters, and you’d agree we’ll
be no less fundament of that idiosyncrasy
But that’s bye the bye - why we’re still here
isn’t a mystery it might’ve been today were
the sequencing of events any less menace;
saying we came to fill a space nobody saw
as germane answers th’ question of whose
guilt repays a penance that was atrophied
© 2 February 2018, I. D. Carswell
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