Hush! Listen...
This is my most secret voice -
The transient opinion that shapes and creates.
The Great Protector has wandered off
and all the efforts of an indifferent hand suffers in
the end.
I am brightest when misunderstood:
Legend in performance
with curtsy, a hand in Modest protest.
Beware Demand, for the gift is then meager.
I am ultimately myself -
A reeling, changing Unsurety.
An insomniatic Heart.
A steeley flickering of Light.
A moment in time separate from Mind.
But a voice.
Always, a voice.
Tenderest to those who will not own me.
