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.