Can’t hide th’ words that lest describe an
allergy - weeping eyes divest all reasoned
consequence, there is no conscience that
confides who is to blame - and culpability
defames all causal claim to such veracity
And thus we lie; but even in the moments
where a wry and humble view suggests a
compromise’s due, bouts of sneezing cue
th' wrathful desolation that ensues; we’re
victim’s less the lurid souls of hardiness
We’re comic chooks forever cooped in a
calamitous & non indigenous display - or
put another way, lesser beings framed by
frailties they’d disguise with remedies the
legends have conspired to keep as faith
Eventually the Season wins its way, even
if normality is hardly wrest with sane and
frangible capacity to rest at ease; but we
will breathe the better then than when th’
pollen allergens acclaimed ascendency
© 10 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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