Agreeing it is impossible to screen out those odd
scenes where your vulnerability flashes warnings
doesn’t mean you’re any less; it suggests there’s
still gas in the backup’s tank of self-preservation:
that has to be a bonus where the rest quavers as
such - wasn’t expecting things too complex for a
sailor away from the sea, or am I being too easy -
the fact remains, you couldn’t cope on the day…
And, retrospectively you’d guess things will get a
bit more fractious before sanity intervenes, altho’
that might take a bit more’n just dreaming with th’
same fairies you used for collaboration way back
in olden days; there is no sanctuary in this day ’n
age you’re told, merely consummate impartiality
© 25 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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