When there’s no other way t’ defeat th’ blues, you
still have th’ rite-of-passage argument in y’ favour;
it doesn’t say cower t’ erratic edicts - especially if
their sources suffer th’ dyspeptic authoritarianism
of whose miscued ideas failed t’ minimalise ‘right
& done’ things adjudication: so, word t’ th’ wise’s
find something to do which at least occupies part
of your disinterest in random, repetitious rhythms
and you splay all th’ sensory surfaces you own in
arrays of meaninglessness, opening all doorways
& presenting apertures for divergences you’ve yet
to come to terms with - and there, on the crest of
waves yet to form, you see yourself surfing creed
& covenant; - but why does it matter - you’re free
© 24 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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