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CONFUSION (Bianca Marsden) Everything is clear, Straightforward and decided Until one event Catapults The world into turbulence, Sending it ricocheting Against unseen walls, Leaving it bruised, Dizzy, exhausted. And suddenly all the ground That had been covered Turns to paper, shredded, Then incinerated, Leaving smoke, not even ashes. Time is unreal, meaningless As years are extinguished And problems that were solved Are unsolved. Images unfocus From black and white, |
As gates which had been bolted shut
Inexorably release The ghosts which had been Laid to rest. The smoke clears Leaving a battered world, Grey with uncertainty, Alive with dancing ghosts Mocking The final conclusions, Demarcation lines, The arrogance Of what is momentarily Clear, straightforward and Decided. Certainty and confusion Lie intertwined, Gilt and serpent, Temptation and rebuke. Never again is a challenge To the gods. Forever an invitation to irony. |