Unwelcome Advice
A small voice at the back
of my concience
carries far into the moment.
The closer my thoughts
to the truth
the louder that voice becomes.
Interference.
Subterfuge.
Under strict orders,
bearing witness.
The deaf ear
in old age,
may be wisdom,
may be resignation,
may be trancendance.
"Phooey!", says the voice.
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