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THE RIGHT VOICE

chosen we wander in a web of derision until we are lost
in a wind of decision, like dust we are tossed
it’s a storm of choice
which is the right voice to follow?
which is the voice?

the light filters gently through the glass of shrines
the men, they pray gently, their words being mine
arcs of a culture embrace me within as the year ends and begins again

today you are sleeping in your childhood bed while I try to recall the words I read
“you shall not have idols… .”
we are free to assume the shape of knowledge through time’s vacuum
the chosen being free to choose
the way I choose to look at you

today, you’re at your father’s house worshipping his god
I sit there quietly, the prayer surrounding me
thinking what you mean to me
wondering about destiny
listening for the voice to free me