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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 12, 2007 6:13:45 GMT -5
Deal with it - sure! Actually I can, but I’m told the real audience isn’t in my reality – I’m less an effect than figment of my own confidence.
I see the pigment markings as bas-relief – an ochre where deep blue or silent green should be – and no depth to shadows, no substance
beyond this day’s shallow, two-dimensional analogy. I’d be wiser to keep a stilled tongue. Already I sleep discomforted with the grateful
dead, memories are equally indistinct. Each waking mood is relinquished to an intense relief which introspection fails to allay. This
same day I realised who I’ve been listening to; it is common misbelief to take one’s orb of conscience as humanities collective choice.
There is no voice out in the ether, nor any wiser preference without consequence. And I’m glad to say I can still deal with that in my own way... © 3 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
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