It’s hard to tell
Sometimes,
When you’re immersed
In that other place,
Whether I’m the cause
Or just the foil
Whose purpose is to spoil
The ugly thread
Unraveling with monotonous
Familiarity.
Did you intend
The little snipe
Which would offend
From others’ lips
But which from yours
Is as foreign
As another tongue?
And yet
Deep down I know
It’s just the overspill
The ebb and flow
Of pure integrity
Mixed with the fading signals
Of your youth
And this truth
Comforts me.
5th V 2009
