Slowly on us

do you promote the tradition? the fissure?

the crack in the edge of thought and reason

and the bullshit-filter.

i can hold your hand for a time but, also in time

another will hold it, and drop it, and pick it up again.

such is the shallow world we live in, such is the realisation

dawning slowly on us.

(Tip: Wear a belt and your trousers will not fall down)