The waiting doesn’t take your breath away, it’s more
a quest or odyssey, that homey phase perhaps, their
way of saying, these elements control destiny; really,
finding that out so late in th’ sequence suggests you
drifted from your zone’s frequency with its congenial
dwelt-within reasoning-sagacity - and then slithered
into their homeopathic module’s oxymoronic swag -
at least you’re puddle-dumped in th’ same sauna as
th’ rest of us they say kindly, now we’ll just measure
where you fit in th’ scheme you never knew you also
belonged to; but it’s too late for me to say, no way, I
don’t want membership, I’d pay whatever’s deemed
th’ going rate to please be left off of that edifice - so
we progress t’ the pause button where it equates to
a conundrum too complex to debate in harmony - if
you stay, it’ll happen their ineffable way, & if you go,
th’ tree wont bow or break, it’ll play the ‘majorities’
© 26 June 2018, I. D. Carswell 
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