The Crowd

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.