That Is What It Meant

Frustration claims more victories than a sanest 

evaluation, you can’t read those signs properly 

if your eyes're squeezed together by mere, not 

meant to be there, & complex, vexation. Either, 

what’m I expected t’ see opens Pandora’s box - 

or a hot route where reason prevails insanely in 

toxic shock, & as you weren’t the introspective 

diviner of these sigils any less than maker of th’ 

original primordial mess; tho, if it is what you’d 

dare to think y’ see, there’s no way you’re sane 

is there - how on Earth did it come t’ be, less a 

practical explanation f’ what is iota-free sense 

But then we try to rearrange a few things into a 

sequencing wearing roseate ribbons of ‘reality’, 

and geeze, the pink sings: now there’s a scene 

that tames crippling themes of rankest anarchy 

Well it didn’t implode you can say, or expand in 

a threatening mien - so th’ first principle’s been 

redressed in a seemly compromise at the least, 

and walk away - content that is what it meant 

© 21 March 2018, I. D. Carswell