16,353. A WILL TO UNREASON

A WILL TO UNREASON

I seem to be awaiting something : I can feel it

in my bones. Were I a willow, it would be the 

water flowing below-ground for sustenance

and pleasure. As it is, it merely irks.

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As usual of late, I am alone  -  staring out at

nothing much, through a plate of glass. The

world at this remove can sure seem dreary,

as if in a Summer that never came.

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'Containment' was once a policy to keep the

'Commies' at bay and in check. Some 1950's

George Kennan gibberish that held a great

credence then. Now that's all over, and we

are as they were....while 'they' again crumble,

we hope - maybe warring between themselves,

before it's too late, and us.