You can write
You can leak your conscience onto paper
You can deliver yourself from evil
And directly, no-one else.

I chose this path by accident.
It has turned out to be
Quite good.
I have neither the heart nor the desire
To go backwards.

Let the illuminating pulsating mirrors be constant.
Let the energy pulse and colours slowly shift forever.
Let our being be powered by this,
To deeds of love,
	goodness,
	   and general un-depravity.
I said it was good.