A CLEAR CONSCIENCE
doesn't mean just cleared of guilt,
but cleared of influence--to wake in a waft
of light that your own consciousness has spread;
no one else's blood, or brainwave, has been spilt,
and you're following the thread of your own craft,
vibration left on the pillow when you went to bed.
Possessed of your own self, as it were--not forever,
but for one clear day; waking to make choices,
make songs, or muse on the union that will sway
you when you are ready, if you are ever
ready. The question is: how many voices
can you listen to, transcribe, argue with, obey?
You are told you are elusive, evasive,
impossible--and the arguments are so persuasive.
