Dervish

So we are yet to get to grips with it's outlandish 

stretch of dervishness, - can't keep it on screen 

more’n a second, & although we think we see it 

in th’ clear, we know there’s no substance - just

perchance, rampantly whirling sense of despair 

Tho maybe its th' altruistic gist of an egocentric 

centrifuge, and we can get membership with no 

upfront fee; that makes more sense actually - if 

we can spin ourselves into th’ role with grace, & 

poise - if you’ve that sort of panache at its pace 

Yet in truth its always gone before we find those 

supposed sanctuaries alluded to - or all there is 

is this bewildered multitude with eyes still a-spin 

dying on th’ floor. Where are we is all too clearly 

th’ pretence of this being their true commonality 

© 9 April 2018, I. D. Carswell