Like some unheralded truth or trope to dupe

Remnant, dormant anticipation evokes

Of revealing fragments and segments

Housed in their own sediments of time,

Encapsulated as a boon to the future

Singular or plural?

A vantage to posited vintage

Advantage to deposited lineage

Racked up in a still horizontal overlay

Hexagonal two-dimensional reliquaries upholding

Both trite constant shifting facts and fake views

Spewed forth on punctual platforms to quake

And comfort in equal measure.

To confuse the impulse to withdraw with the urge

To implore the safekeeping of an offering to share

Such codifiers as exemplify tasting long in the tooth.

Remember to spit not swallow

And minerality shall subsume the texture for thanks,

Giving up not just yet, but to attest the fate of the newborn

And swear by the fabled label in Murphy’s specialist store brochure.

Just don’t wake the Kraken, Karren…

Michael Haward