Life Policy
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Enthused, we sprawled
on the dotted line:
almost as engrossed,
we pore over
the small print
in more or less
regular digestion,
a post-coital subsistence.
— Then hot, now cold,
the clauses unfold
their whys and wherefores,
waning monotonous
eventualities —
No ifs about it,
the turning point comes
guised in slow motion
or an act of God:
but when? How soon
will the colours realize
and life begin —
at the bitter end?


