Sitting here in the belly
of the womb of mind—In deep
Contemplation—It’s soon realized
That though the mind knows
And reveals all, the power
Of decision is left to its possessor.
The agony of this is that
It seems as if the mind, itself,
Is a streaming courtroom:-
And you are the barristers,
The jury, and judge; and where
Nothing can be miss-tried,
Hung, locked or appealed:-
Where the verdict is of you—
Yourself—and the I thereof.
Despite the self womb
Of the mind, thereof,
The sentence remains
Timed in the incarceration
Time served and the probation
Only you can discern.