Getting in the groove these days takes more than
I’ve left to make th’ grade: tho its still a jaundiced
view with no more credibility than who rated such
dishevelled criteria into something termed refined
as such, and inclined into existence without a real
characteriser in sight - I know it used t’ be one I’d
opined as th’ bees-knees back in a past best kept
freed of those aged anachronisms we’d waded in
But here we are, & seeing new tapestry with more
in the weave than we’d’ve ever believed possible -
tho I could be wizened beyond credible schemes
about what maturity really implies - but I think not
I know where the fissure has t’ be, tho not a lot of
its evidenced as far as I can tell; perhaps ‘dotage’
bends light waves radiation well awry of the tenor
of dreams estranging dramatically aged shapes -
Was I subjected in th’ kindest way t’ a measuring
tape I’d surely fail to meet th’ dimensions implied
as the easiest way in, so I will rest my dated case
and await the redefinition of what fitting in means
© 10 February 2018, I. D. Carswell
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