Weakness Poem by Cee Bea

The conscious lives forever,
inherent and persistent
it is a minutia of binary
moments
and summer dreams

it is all we have...
it is who we are...
and to leave it
for any reason
is to forsake its
true template

as if the architecture
was left suspect

besides, its not the build
its the basics, the foundation and
if its strong...it knows its own weakness

there is no mystery
nor any signals
no plan, no prophet

just the conscious
and what the conscious allows