(ends)

(I woke this morning with a sense of clarity
with a sense of these to do lists aren't spelling it 
out 
right with
a sense that at last I could remember
what I have been missing lately.
When all the projects are peeled away,
when all the superficial markers of what
your life is supposed to be like
are rendered mute,
there is a small voice in you that has carried on speaking
unperturbed.
It's been whispering to you for as long as you can remember
and now you can hear it again.
The voice says only
follow the magic
and she sounds like you. 
You look at the road map.
It looks brand new.)