O, To Be Without A Mind

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Mind, you are a disease,

You ail me, afflict me

Who will believe me if I say,

The words you utter kill me from within?


Mind, can you be still?

Calm and composed like the ocean,

Patient and observant,

Not taking in and tossing out each thought you encounter


Mind, take a deep breath,

The world will not fade,

Knowledge will not flee,

The sun won't turn blue

And the moon won't become a deflated balloon


Mind, your appetite for vengeance

can never be satisfied

Stop throwing knives indiscriminately,

And stop burning effigies

Of people who wronged you years ago


Mind, there's a constant anthem,

You seem unable to halt that rhythm,

Ennui, ennui, ennui—everything is a blur,

Create something and mess it up,

Build something and give it up

Constancy is a fool's dream,

Quixotic, even, one might say


O Mind, you are a pharmakon

For all that you are,

For all of your faults and shortcomings,

You still are the cure

All that you can be,

O, all that you strive for,

It's all in your hands,

I'm but a humble servant.

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