For a while there we were reined and tenured into
being sane and sensible; all of it contained within
meanings we would understand by simply seeing
points of reference beyond our usual transience
Nothing new in that, - it’s like redesigning a vision
as th’ utility thru which we recognise what we see,
hence beauty becomes commonality similar to th’
thrift of a beholder’s faith being the eyes’ realities
It isn’t what we’d really view of course if we knew
other words to use in their place - so the doyen’s
space invites short invasions of intent, which - in
a sense, equates to necessary plagiarism to gain
an entree t’ th’ vista you’d presumed real enough
t’ include room for you: th’ oddity came swift and
crude, that effigy you had completely discounted
proved to be the one-and-only caricature of you
© 5 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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