Mind the Mind
That mind that talks to you,
sees you only
as the bodily extension of its madness.
It does not know you, or you it.
It is time to dismiss
the black cat in the lightless room,
it constantly cries to come in
or go out
for it knows you are nowhere to be found.
Let thinking be aware that it is thinking,
it will become an intelligence,
something useful
to be let out or let in,
but know it will never know you,
nor you it -
never.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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