A tongue-in-cheek (but sooo deep!) poem about consciousness. — A saint gave this advice:
”Wear the world
like a light garment”. I’d wear the black,
but some might say
”I’m sorry for your loss”. The red’s too bright,
others opine. Stripes don’t become
and plaid is so passé. Flowers aren’t me,
I’m told And camo just ain’t right (or left) Today, then, extremely light:
I’ll just go
naked.