Reduced to Real

You filter fortune, footnote all your hopes

You qualify those visions born to sing

With antidotes to brews all heaven-sent

You dilute rapture, summarise your pain

All tears of joy you collect in a jar

All possibility reduced to Real

You turn your deepest hopes to acronyms

You live “however”, “but” and “wait and see”

Thriving on the wish to thrive on nought

You scatter all your danger on the wind

When fire flares, a bucket lies to hand

When passion roars, you lock the double door

Yet when the moment takes you unawares

You turn to raucous nova all your cares

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