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lost and found on the subjectile’s shuttle
the streets leading up to the castle
were filled with projectiles
& wading through them
though ankle-deep
we then found
ourselves
lost to history
we had become
subjects of an inquiry
so we dropped our plans
but changing our objectives
we found that we were now lost
it was just then
that the whole thing
became a filmic fantasy
where boundaries between
the subjective and the objective
got lost in a blur of over-production
could we but have known then that
the prescription for our happiness
had got lost in the channels
of bureaucracy gone wild
we would have found
an opt-out clause
but
ultimately
we found that
the happy ending
was not to be our forte
& that we had irreversibly
lost our way on the unmarked
highway to the land of our dreams
the subjectile shuttle has its own schedule
roy exley