Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Saturday 12 March 2016

Fussy luxury.

Dear God! I was there - yes,
I was there - hovering outside
like a wolf beyond the flames,
knowing something of what was happening
nearby, and that worse was happening farther in
where I couldn't see or hear, just feel -
and I was paralysed by feeling,
motionless in fussy luxury,
and, though "poor" in my society.
enjoying dissociation - the luxury of the rich
- listening and not listening,
seeing with both eyes shut,
and all communication cut.

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