‽istis
reclaims Black from Red (weekending 30th November 2019)
‽istis sat, finger-poised in the moment: bargain to right of me, bargain to left of me, prices slashed from the sabre-stroke of enticement - when can their glory fade?
‽ perhaps the difference
between a need and a want is no longer visible at half a league?
‽ possibly a perfectly
judged bid would win all that was left of them?
‽ maybe those who had
fought so well had indeed come through to the front of the queue?
Bargain in front of me, boldly I clicked and well.
Forward into Monday and the valley of products silicon, ready to charge. Plunged in the battery smoke, all the world warmed, shatter’d and sunder’d… But, stopping to reason why and wishing not to do and die, ‽istis wondered: perhaps, possibly, maybe someone had blunder’d.
© Pistis (with apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson)
