Ration out the unified soul,
make it many instead of one.
See the breakdown of what is holy,
split into particles
Trust in the brute because he has
no self-doubt, no self-examination,
Because it is easy to sacrifice
autonomy for certainty
and slice the swan’s wing
for monetary gain.
Before the circle became a line, some
nutshells still held their core – arguments were
for the sake of reflection and deeper knowledge.
When the circle became a line, tyrants were given
free-reign – the mutual exchange
between fear-and-getting replaced morality.
The ones of lights passed away
passed over their passion, replacing
faith with conspiracy theories.
Describe this gift of life.
What does it mean to you?
There are many waves,
equality within the hierarchy
value in no-control.
Death is automatic
an open door.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” August 2020
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