Secret thoughts

Secret thoughts

Pushed to the back of the mind

Where for a moment a loved one is hated

Taboo and Ballyhoo

Streams of consciousness

Creating a new world

With nobody in it

Where the pain of suffering is understood

In the context of total loss

Before realising it is not right.

Is it a sin

To want everyone gone

Just to think about it for the briefest time

The judgers, haters,

The pro-choice, pro-life

Activists and agitators

The self-righteous, religious bigots

Animal-rights demonstrators

Pacifists, anarchists

Survivalists, revivalists

Beached Whales

Bleached skin, facial tattoos

White man's blues

Warm air currents

The smell of wildfire smoke

Privileged classes snorting coke

But is it a sin

Just to think it?

Before catching the drift

And reeling it in

Thankful your thoughts go unread

Worried that one day they might not be

Locked in your head

When dementia muddles the integration

The frayed thread used to patch up thoughts

Unravels,

With all manner of things falling out

Spilling the beans

Without the intervention of a regulator

An internal moderator

How can it be a sin

When we strive to be

Our own better version,

In constant conversation

To understand the meaning of intention

And our place in the world,

Even as we wish

For an alternate universe

Where maybe somehow, someday,

Our lives can be something else

Something better,