14,446. I ADMIT

I ADMIT

I admit now to everything

being wrong: I have voices in

my head, and I'm probably mad.

A diffusion has hit, between the

crazed and the broke. The voice

wants to say everything will work

out, at one moment, and then the

other side speaks: You're broke,

you've lost it all, you're headed

for time's disaster. This I know,

but where else does one go?

-

I have nothing to go by any longer:

piles of words and pictures and

stories. One million worth nothing

and piled in glories; dead glories,

and of my own vain beseeching.

Everything around me has fled. I

only have voices deep in my head.