Do not seek consolation
in the crowd:
weak minds are drawn to strong
like a cloud
of electrons to a nucleus.
The crowd is destruction, pain,
loss of identity:
skirt the crowd,
laugh at it:
the crowd has brought us to our knees,
and yet you wish to save yourself
by the poor consolation
that comes from large numbers?
No, avoid the crowd:
too many minds make the totality numb,
mouths drown each other out.
Truth, objectivity, might make us lame
as chance brought mind from madness.
Use your lights:
shine brightly, lest you should be crowded out.
Carry on, seek solace, peace:
keep your mouth silent, your lifeforce loud.