It’s a rather rhapsodic return to rare-old-equilibrium and she’s been Mysteriously-both-officially TAKING ALL THE RIGHT AND IMPROPER PEOPLE WITH HER!! Such a slur of devoted commotion happening loudminded inside – and we just might
Meander and take the making of EQUILIBRIUM to brashly bring ourselves back… to that pace of placement wherein they’ve all of them been — “Seeing something utterly ******* otherworldly”
Why is it not the exact unSAME thing again, even when these relatively unscathed individuals try and dutiFULLY deny THEMSELVES — “FROM THE REST”
DRESSED AND REGULARLY READY TO INSTANTANEOUSLY IMPRESS — the ins and outs now of everybody else – but… … “HOW???!”
the **** was she (EVER) on e(ART)h able to drag her creAtive carcass BACK!???
Across all of these (LANDMINE) sands
Carrying their very own HANDS – all on the line and all of it ‘fine’
by way of
her *”DESPERATE-TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES” mind/DESIGN
*Nod to first ever poem-piece I wrote about, hmm… sixteen years ago while living in Rub-A-Dub Dublin with a bag of absolute legends in RAT(H)RANELAGH. Also, I kinda know no-one really reads these posts so therein lies the safety in saying how much I loved Dublin 
