<i>‘strangely’</i> <br />says the way is seldom clear; <br />there is so much to fear from <br />past events where death <br />competes for living space <br /> <br />emptiness defeats all <br />claims to commonsense; <br />you freely vacillate in <br />seamlessly complete <br />and utter vacancy <br /> <br />conceding you are beat <br />could ease this dissonance <br />of harmony estranged – but <br />weirdly, knowing that means <br /><i>nothing’s changed</i> <br />© 12 Jan 2010, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changes-87/
