So the first thing I try is 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
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 to be other than oblique obligations
© 8 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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