The outside
Berserk
bashes us in
(An all-out attack)
Now wreck it.
Don’t let it plough you flat
Hoist that bucket up
Wash out all your mud marks
You’re tomorrow, not that day
Not even a past
And breathe
As you always did.
At last.

In many walks of life, a conscience is more of a burden than remorses are. Necessarily.