Old Adages

To suggest I don’t exist anymore isn’t all that bad, 

the cusp of it’s a wry acknowledgement - must’ve 

been images exciting reasons whatever was isn’t 

or are we dreaming, a diaspora in a sense we’ve 

left for somewhere but hadn’t been seen leaving - 

yet we’re not here, so the disappearance argues 

against never being in this existence except as a 

memory of that which might’ve never been 

But I am glad; this is a new regime where all old 

adages are brushed clean and brightened into a 

novel meaning less the dust of centuries, crisply 

clear against innuendoed arguments we’d’ve no 

hope of defending against - were we keen - and 

I’m sure that I’m here to certainly not care … 

© 4 February 2015, I. D. Carswell