“…if I may…”
…if I may float a resolute
Suggestion wise perhaps beyond its time,
At the least blind
But nonetheless no light brew for future tasting, moot
At present, or so it seems?
I stand at last confronted by pituitary sovereignties, claims
And best intentions preferred well beyond advantage gained
In doing absolutely nothing in place of what is simply gleaned
By votive lights of exit signs at both ends of the hall. Age asserts
Itself in spite of every effort to ignore, if not, disguise
An autumn née winter calling at the stage door entrance—bovine, vacant eyes
Proclaim the same in every mirror as resolution’s clouded vision flirts
With anathema in the spotlight. No fleeting moments then ascend
The steps from here to there and thus to nowhere stairs descend.
…art by Marijn Kampf…