Not that I invited it - but the challenge said you’re
depressed: nothing vengeful, just tacit how about
explaining it reckoning at its back, suggesting I’d
be impressed by all this reputedly, down-to-Earth
erudition; well, I wasn’t, but I couldn’t defend that
space I’d been isolated in either; when there’s in-
calculable disincentive pending in standing up to
a comment intended to get the ball rolling again -
it’s better to be silent until the ‘new rules of play’
are explained in a way which isn’t a compromise
on whose sanity’s forsaken; so I say, as if its true
wisdom o’ a latter-day sage, whose asking’s this;
the silence lends me visions I’ve yet to see when
I’ll be an arbiter of such depressing articulation
© 1 June 2018, I. D. Carswell
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