A Sacrifice To Be Made
A sacrifice to be made
Not to a god, but a state of mind
My mind however is still tangled
In the moment, each moment
What the eye sees and the ear hears
Is what makes that eye my “I”
There are things in life that meant to be tangled
My mind screams “I am not those things!”
The hypocrisy! I know it loves spaghetti
Because I do too
I love spaghetti, scrambled eggs and wings
All of which are messy
Messy is good, so why do I want to change?
Have to change
Must change
Lest I’m consumed by what my ancestors feared most
A thousand, nay a million! A billion! A trillion voices
That scream in unison
“Hark, hark son of man! embrace the entropic screech of the cosmic lands.”
And then there was light.
Copyright © Mustafa Salim | Year Posted 2021
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