Feeling at ease’s cohabitative comfort we’d live
with gracefully - and if our being pleased hadn’t
taints of spoilage, would interface all self-worth
courageously: but just lately there’s been what’s
termed dearth of the grace one took for granted;
it slips into an insecure impasse defiled with the
brokerage one pays to be ‘on a par’ - or at least
the same page - as the hoi polloi; amazingly - it
Was never a concern before these days came t’
be; we’d lived without fear or favour in our own
like-souls menagerie, &, too busy to notice they
might oddly differ, some in peculiar ways; - tho’
today the facsimile isn’t there and evidence no-
longer obits evolutionary assurances we’d fit in
So maybe, but for pretence, we never ever did
© 11 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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