Poetry from the Creek: Oblique Obligations

So the first thing I try's to write a new document

I find it is as easy as always - and not a bind on

that fragile self-image where I'm held in thrall to

whomever I thought I was; there in an instant a

vision appraises me as I am - I see this version

isn't given over to self-delusion, unusual for me,

and I agree it does disconcert to be so damned

complacent about it without being overly fazed

But it is the way it was always going to be, now

I must get used to this new sense of proportion

without becoming addicted - it won't be all that

easy to not be wooed disdainfully, so I must be

a Devil's advocate if I'm to survive a regime too

amazing be other than obliquely obvious

Poetry from the Creek