Group Think
It sticks to grey matter,
and membranes
where a porous unmindfulness
turns like a glitter-ball
reflecting and repeating.
It fills hotels or continents
infecting all with an
unquestioning acceptance.
Restroom walls
reveal collective urges.
Once while snorkeling
in the Mediterranean,
I surfaced only to find the waves
full of jellyfish.
They did not sting
but I felt translucent tentacles
downloading their wet dogma
into my persona.
Back on the beach
after their probing’s,
I heard the sunlight talking
directly to my skin.
It said:
don't listen to the jellyfish.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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