Impressions

Probably to escape reason;
multitude of meaning;
perhaps even meaningful complications

We simplify,
pick and paste
Familiar pieces
that suit our present taste

And wear them
on that cloak we dare not name
where for centuries we could reside,
.. and recite
but suddenly there's no fit
it's just another word for hide
but not a habit forever

So I changed, you say
there have always been crowds,
why now complain
The house felt bolted
without commit
my adaptation is just decay

So here I am,
sorry I could never see
that all's my fault,
indeed, in rhyme, entirely
for letting you assume
I gave up the fight
with words you never questioned
(but now ...)
or who labelled whom
with every solemn plight

but these are just impressions


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