i used to believe what i saw was quite wrong
or if not wrong, then donging the dinging
in curious wrong places, where location and
viewpoint quite wronged
my right view, and meant that my clarity
was evil and rued.
you used to believe what i saw was quite weird
or if not weird, then ringing the weirds
in estranged reality, where assumption and
prejudice quite shopped
all my grasp of truth, and led me to doubt
all my worth.
we used to declaim what we saw was just that:
something we saw but that didn’t mean much more
than the drop of a hat, bowlered or capped,
doffed in respect
or fought quite astonishingly, and requested as
minimum requirements to be.
and my minimum requirements are no demand
on the table: i’d rather we broke bread and
shared mutual benefit: i’d rather we debriefed
my stevened, and looked to the future, and
collaborated wisely towards a life each now needs.
and whether we can, and whether we can’t,
depends now entirely on
dialogue not c[k]ant:
no philosophy can resolve the issues we see
and need to exchange and discuss and debate
in no atmosphere of hate, but …
… as all along, a question of love – whether
happy or painful or just …
… well once lost.