Being Disabled

Describing th’ feeling does not appeal to me, as if 

that’d make a difference, & you can see th’ truth’s 

Worlds away, it is like space where you’re freed all 

responsibility because you’ll never make th’ grade; 

whether th’ measure is competent there’s no case 

to answer, in a slow stew o’ unwrought possibility, 

to try and grace it any other way won’t bend rules 

you’ve yet t’ embrace, & they don’t take hostages 

So being disabled says, swallow th’ bait; that is a 

given, and there’s no need t’ negotiate whose wry 

decree effaced whomever’s cult and creed for the 

indestructibility of human spirit; all we know is in- 

concert with being unable t’ disagree with ‘verity’ 

we could never see in any other fey possibilities 

© 19 June 2018, I. D. Carswell