The Quandary of Sceptical Solipsism

… as the tiny child’s hand

still clutched the busted bear,

stuffing falling from both,

I pondered in despair

the desperate dichotomy

of both; now inanimate.

If it be a dream

it’s a bad one that I have made,

born of wanton masochism

and gruelling imagery

that drains the hopeful heart.

If it be a dream

then might I restart its course

to re-plot its way,

to wind among the laughing largesse

of a species redesigned.

But only if it be a dream

open to remorseful endeavour;

the frantic re-creation

of some tortured soul,

some addled mind.

A.D.